The shop had ample heating, and Holly Sawyer took off her hat and scarf, holding a hot milk tea in her hands.
"Your hands are still cold."
Leo Grant touched Holly's hand and lightly furrowed his brow.
The young girl held a hot milk tea, and the shop was adequately heated, yet her hands were still cold.
"Well, that's normal."
Holly blinked, speaking as if it was only natural.
It was indeed a normal thing, her hands got cold in the winter, even if she sweated, her hands would stay cold.
It seemed like they could never be warmed, and when they did, they got cold after a while.
"Are you not wearing enough?"
Leo pinched Holly's cheek, asking slowly.
The young girl's face was warm.
"No, I'm a bit hot."
Holly shook her head slightly. The shop was heated, and she was dressed warmly, feeling a bit sweaty but not at all cold.
Cold hands in winter were really quite normal for her; she was used to it and didn't think much of it.
"Alright, I understand."
