The beginning of autumn was greeted by rain that left puddles and the noise of cars in the streets.

You and he were returning from work at the police station. It was chilly, and, according to Aleksander, you could freeze.

The man held your hand securely, leading you close to him. His fingers accidentally slid to your palm.

“Your hands are icy, wait a moment.”

For a second, the movement stopped. A rustle of fabric. Something heavy and warm fell on your shoulders.

“There, that should be better with my coat.”