XV. THE CROWN PRINCE AND HIS SLAVE

I rubbed both palms of my hand while blowing them slowly. It freezes my hands. The snow that falls again makes the air temperature decrease drastically. Winter is a hassle.

The snowflakes that melt in your hair. Coat. The shoes. I don’t know why I miss the heat of the sun. The girl with hazel eyes emerged from behind the café door with two plastic cups of hot cappuccino in her hand. The smoke of coffee billowing from behind the glass caught my attention.

“This is for you. Bonus from the boss,” Claire said while giving me one of the medium-sized cups.

“Thank you. Eh? Bonus?”

“I think the boss knows the weather is getting more extreme now. I hear a lot of employees complaining about having to leave when it snows like this.”

I nodded quietly. “That means we have to work harder, Claire.”

“Yes, you’re right.”