"Get out."
Nora Ainsworth pushed open the car door and looked up. Snow was still falling from the gloomy sky.
"Did you bring me here just to freeze in the wind?"
He walked around the front of the car and pointed to a doorway. "Follow me."
Nora Ainsworth watched his blurry silhouette, a thought crossing her mind. 'He can't be planning to... right here—'
He reached the doorway and turned back. "What are you spacing out for?"
Nora Ainsworth quickly hurried to follow him inside.
They followed a set of stairs up to the rooftop.
Up there was a large umbrella, and under it, a couch. Beside the couch was a small marble table holding two wine glasses and an unopened bottle of red wine.
"Did you set this up?" She sat down on the couch and found it surprisingly plush, like sinking into a cloud of cotton candy.
"If it wasn't me, was it you?" Quentin Grant sat beside her, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. A crimson ember glowed, releasing a thin wisp of smoke.
