Eleanore looks at the teacup and then at Caelestis. She presses her lips and gets out of the chair. "We still have two hours left. Let's go." She wears her coat and gets out of the shop.
Immediately as she steps out, a huge chunk of snow hits the ground and shatters like ice. Soon the freezing snow fall accompanies it.
Eleanore holds out her bare hand and small flakes from the sky fall on it. They felt freezing cold, when a lot of them had settled on her palm but somehow it made her feel warm.
When Caelestis followed her out, he panicked on seeing her hand turn white. He squeezed her palm between his two truly warm hands.
He swirled her around and started rubbing the back and front of her palm, wearing woolen mittens.
"You shouldn't do that. What if you catch a cold?" He looked concerned, surprising Eleanore.
"Just where on earth are your mittens? Why are you not wearing them?" He asked.
