Had the snowstorm gotten much more intense, covering the floor with a thick and deadly layer for whoever wasn’t used to such a cold climate. Where she was sitting, sipping her cold tea absently, snowflakes fell slowly to avoid disturbing her reading. But something made her lift her gaze from the book.

The heavy steps breaking the equilibrum of the snow. Steps that approached her. When she was able to spot the owner of said steps she couldn’t hide her amusement.

A smile grazed her lips as she spoke.

— ❝ Did something happen to your clothes, Sir?

                        I’m afraid you are improperly dressed for this weather.❞