“You too, my darling,” she said, pulling her hair from underneath her collar. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Poppy opened the door at 8:07 pm, shivering from the cold. Her curls were darker from the rain and she ran a hand through them, slipping out of her coat. “Hey, Craw.”
She laughed slightly, shivering as she walked over to him. “Cold. The heater stopped working. How was your day?”