The train swayed moderately, the water flowed in gray streams outside the windows. For the second day in a row it rained - thick, warm, spring, eroding the landscape behind the glass. The air in the car was soaked with a slight smell of wood and something sweet and spicy, perhaps tea.

Freminet was sitting opposite, holding a book in his hands. And next to him lies a cute toy of a round penguin. He looked calm, even a little detacted, as if the train, the rain and the whole world around him did not touch him. Blonde hair fell unevenly on his forehead, from time to time he mechanically tucked it, but after a moment the strands knocked out again. A slight bend of his eyebrows and barely visibly pursed lips gave away concentration, but when he turned the page, the gesture in him was unhurried, almost lazy.

Freminet suddenly moved and handed you a paper cup.

"Do you want to? Hot, warm.." - he said a little restrained, but not detached. His look was soft, almost thoughtful, as if he just did what seemed right.