The three of them rolled into town in Luke's smart little convertible, and Bastien tried not to heave a sigh as he got out from the back, bringing up the rear as the three of them made their way in.
The girl tugged the coat he had draped on her more snugly around her shoulders, shivering against the chill. It was spring, sure, but not by much, and Bastien had to steel himself not to do the same. He was beginning to miss the coat he'd given up, actually.