Theodora walked closer, and Winston's handsome face came into view.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, puzzled.
Winston spoke casually. "Got off work, thought I'd drop by and check on you. Wanna take a walk together?"
Theodora hummed in agreement.
Their footsteps crunched against the fallen leaves, the crisp sound echoing in the quiet night. Under the glow of the streetlights, their shadows stretched long across the pavement. Strangely, the night didn't feel as cold as it had earlier.
Suddenly, Winston took her hand in his, his warmth spreading through her fingertips and seeping into her core. A comforting heat settled within her.
Theodora looked up at him, but Winston's expression was perfectly serious. "Are you feeling cold? Your hands are freezing."
"Not really." She pulled he
