The tavern that Milos had suggested for them had a dining room on the second floor with a good view of the dark waters. The house soup was some kind of fish in a sour cream sauce, Milos suggested the potato soup instead. Elizabeth followed his suggestion, a bottle of wine was brought over and two tankards of a dark bitter ale. Charles pulled the bag of orange slices from his coat, he offered her one.
He trailed his fingers across her jaw as she looked around the small warm tavern, she had taken off her gloves and scarf, the soft light of the room made her pupils larger than normal. Charles grabbed one of her hands it was warm and damp in his own cold hands, she leaned forward to look out the small window. He moved his fingers, touching her soft lips she turned back to face him, she f
