Kian Keller noticed the intersection ahead and anticipated the driver would slam on the brakes as usual.
In the driver's eyes, the cane in his hand seemed to be just for show.
But he wasn't annoyed. He liked the feeling.
He gripped his cane, bracing himself.
The jolt he expected never came. What came first were her fingers, ice-cold from the freezing air.
She grabbed onto him tightly.
He glanced down at her, and to be honest, he felt a little like laughing.
She was so petite, yet she was trying to use all her strength to steady him.
And as it turned out, she did.
She looked so small, yet her spirit was so strong.
She never seemed to mind her own feelings, yet she had built a fortress with her pride.
Mia Grant didn't look up at him. People were boarding through the front door. The new phone Hayes Hughes had given her this morning had already died from the cold. Luckily, she had cash.
