Erin looked a little weary. She replied listlessly, "I'm not cold."
It had rained this morning, causing the temperature to drop. It was about five degrees outside, yet she was only wearing a crewneck sweater.
He just said, "Oh," and smiled with his head slightly lowered. The slit in his left eyebrow added a roguish flair to his already untamed look. "I'm surprised. You really don't feel the cold."
The elevator doors opened. Erin stepped out, the very picture of ingratitude. She didn't take the jacket he offered and walked straight toward apartment 1701.
Before she could finish entering the passcode, a voice asked from behind her, "How about inviting me in for a cup of tea?"
Erin refused tactfully. "I'm all out of tea."
Her rejection was so obvious it left him with practically no room for wishful thinking.
