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“Here,” Nicole moves closer and puts a steaming cup of cocoa into Mia’s hands. "Sorry for startling you."
"It's fine," Mia shrugs. "I guess my thoughts are louder than your steps."
"Mind if I smoke?"
"No, of course not," Mia shakes her head and takes a sip.
Mia's shawl falls onto the snow. Before realising what she's doing, Nicole kneels, picks it up, holds it out to Mia like a knight would offer a lady a rose. Mia stares at her, caught of guard somehow.
There's a better way, though. Nicole gets up and wraps the shawl around Mia's shoulders.