It feels so nice to be held, to be squeezed by someone who doesn't seem to want to let her go. She pulls back and smiles at him, reaching out to take his hand.

"So do you," she tells him, grabbing her purse and opening the front door. "Bye, Pascal!"

She closes the door behind them and shivers at the cold, pressing herself to Key's side as they head for the street. "Are we walking?"