George slipped his arm out of her grasp and draped it over her shoulders. Feeling how cold her skin was, he paused to slip off his jacket and put it over her. It wasn't much, but he hoped it would do for the rest of the short walk. "I'm a bad boy," he said with a wink as he settled his arm around her again.
He paused at the roundabout and frowned. He'd only seen the place on a map, but was quite certain it was just a street or two over. "This way," he said confidently. It wasn't much longer before the large hotel came into view, bathed in the bright street lights.