We walked out of the restaurant and the night had already fallen, stars brightened shinely upon us. He took off his jacket and wrapped it on my shoulders not to make me get a cold.
"Thank you," I whispered, as the wind blew and made his fragrance dim me.
I smiled lightly, It may sound odd but I felt safe wearing his jacket.
We walked back to the carriage and the coachman smiled at us, "did you have a nice dinner?" he asked peaking through us as he opened the door for us.
"Yes, thank you." I replied offering a smile, "those horses are very beautiful." I said as he pulled the strings to take off.
"Nobody ever comments the horses, do you have a passion for horses?" The coachman asked.
I nodded, "my grandfather had a white horse too, I used to ride when I was younger." A smile crossed my face at that sweet memory.
