"Yes."
The man hung up the phone.
*
In the car.
Rosie sat in the passenger seat, feeling somewhat uneasy.
The car's air conditioning was set too high, yet the cold seeped through to her bones, leaving her feeling chilled. She was wearing just a thin dress, half-soaked by the rain, the hem clinging wetly to her knees, making her a bit uncomfortable.
At that moment—
Something was suddenly tossed from behind, landing right on her knees.
Rosie's body shrank back.
Looking down, she saw it was a black coat, the one Benjamin had been wearing.
It was slightly wet on the outside, but inside, it still held the owner's warmth. Draped over her, it brought warmth to her elbows and knees, as though it could ward off the chill within her.
Soon after, Benjamin's voice floated over, "No blankets in the car, make do with that."
Rosie lowered her eyelids, lightly pressing her lips together.
