Chapter 61 A Secret Piece

• Nadia was not sure how long Theodore and she sat in that coffee shop, with his forehead resting on hers and with her hands cocooned within his. Moisture tumbled like teardrops from grey skies and pelted the window.
• She should've sensed the chill from the gusty winds which made the translucent barrier between the world outside and Theodore and her in here vibrate. She should've felt the draft forcing its way between unseen cracks and crevices and nipping at the exposed parts of her skin.
• But with Theodore's warm breath so close to her nose, to her chin, and to her mouth, with his strong hands gripping hers as if they were at once one another's relief and restraint, there was no cold outside. There was no outside. There was no passage of time.