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ᅠ ᅠᅠ Personne n'échappe à mon regard. , ᅠᅠ ᅠ

“. . . Where is my coat? The temperature is dropping again.”

“No—, my hooded jacket. I cannot find it anywhere.”

Eyes squint behind his visor—. “You would not be hiding it, would you?”

With a slow inhale—, the male bows his head. “. . . Such a shame. Would you be so kind as to help me look?”

He’s slow in his movements, retracing his steps as he’s trying to keep an eye on her at the same time. “. . . Thank you.”

He pauses for a moment—, then he glances back. “. . . You really are hiding my jacket.”

“. . . I am not so naive. Show me your hands.” Color him skeptical.

“. . . If you would be so kind. The metal plating makes the cold unbearable.”

“Because most people do not keep their hands behind their back—.”

Taking hold of the coat, he slowly slips it on with a soft hum. “If you would not mind? The insulation would be. . . Very much needed.”