Cold
Lyra's POV
"I don't like the cold," I mumbled, sighing. The air conditioning inside the café was starting to get to me. "This ice cream is making it worse." Khoury looked at me and sighed. He handed me his jacket and I put it on. "Thank you, Khoury. I appreciate it. I know you don't like it when I complain," I stopped shivering. He sighed.
"You're welcome. I brought my jacket just for that reason."
"Well, you're so kind," I ate the ice cream. "Thank you for buying us ice cream. I love it!"
"Me too! It's good." We both smiled and continued to eat.
