In the afternoon, the sun came out. Brandan tossed her a scarf, "Come on, let's go out."
Iris Harris coiled up on the sofa, "No, it's too cold."
Brandan clicked his tongue lightly. Although he had given himself a ten-day annual leave, six days had already passed. During these six days, he did nothing but hang around here with Iris, just lazing away.
Thinking about it, what a waste of time.
Brandan found a coat for her to wear, then wrapped that scarf around half of her face, forcing her to stand up from the sofa and pull her outside.
As soon as the front door opened, a wave of cold air rushed in, and Iris couldn't help but sneeze, "Achoo! –" So cold!
Brandan glanced at her, pulled open his coat to embrace her, and led her together towards the parking garage.
"Where are we going?" She finally got a little curious.
"The supermarket," Brandan said.
