Strolling in the heavy rain, it was far from romantic.
Elise Don's shoes were already soaked, not exactly cold, but uncomfortable, and Oliver Bloom's situation was about the same as hers.
On one side of his body, it seemed to be thoroughly wet too, dark water stains spreading over his shoulder.
Yet neither of them picked up their pace, moving at their usual walking speed, trudging through the rain toward their apartment building.
Unexpectedly, they suddenly found a topic to discuss, initiated by Oliver Bloom, he asked, "After the child is born, are you still planning to go to France?"
Elise Don nodded honestly, "ESMOD, the so-called temple of designer academies, I've always wanted to experience it."
Oliver Bloom just asked, "How's your French?"
