Benjamin's strides were long and quick, forcing Aira to practically jog to keep up with him.
They finally stopped in the garden at the back of the venue. As a cold gust of wind hit them, the fury blazing in Benjamin's eyes seemed to subside, if only slightly.
The sudden chill made Aira shiver in her backless gown, and just as she sneezed, a warm coat settled over her shoulders, blocking out the cold.
"You need this." Benjamin's voice was firm, leaving no room for refusal.
'So stern, even when he's being considerate!' Aira pursed her lips, slightly annoyed but still accepting the gesture.
"Thanks," she murmured, pulling the coat around herself and bracing for whatever he had to say next.
"Is he really that important? Enough for you to get mad at me over him?" Benjamin's tone was laced
