Cornelia and Zack had a serious chat. She had hoped he'd cool it with the hostility towards Marcus. After all, the guy was her boss and she had to work under him because they frequently crossed paths. But Zack was being particularly stubborn this time, refusing to be swayed.
Cornelia was getting a headache. "Zack, let's drop it. Just continue observing the time, don't miss your flight like last year."
Abigail chimed in, "Nelly, you gotta take care of yourself in a foreign land no matter what. Paris's not so safe at night. Try to stay in as much as possible, got it?"
The conversation diverted back to safety issues. Cornelia mumbled an "Okay" and quickly ended the chat with the two of them.
The moment Cornelia ended the chat and put away her phone, she looked up to see Marcus extending a hand towards her. Instinctively, Cornelia tried to dodge, but Marcus was quicker.
He gently brushed the snow off her hair, "Your hair's turning white with the snow."
Sure, white hair was a minor thing, but the snow melting into cold droplets on her head would make her cold, and that was something Marcus didn't want to see.
"Thanks, President Hartley!" Not that it was necessary though! It had been years since Cornelia last experienced the joy of snowflakes falling on her head. The last time she played like this was back in high school.
That was when she, her grandmother, Zack, and Abigail went to the mountains to play. Their heads were covered in snow, as if they were wearing white hats. They had a blast, but the fun was followed by nasty colds.
"The snow's getting heavier and the temperature's dropping. Let's warm up in the museum." Seeing Cornelia's slow pace, Marcus figured it would take hours to walk a few hundred meters. He decided to lead the way, and Cornelia naturally fell in step with him.
Cornelia did keep up with Marcus' pace, but she kept looking around, not wanting to miss any beautiful scenery.
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