Galatea liked the city in the winter. Tourism died off so everything was slightly less busy and she'd grown to enjoy the cold. She loved fresh air and this winter had been especially crisp.
She felt like she was in a good place with Pygmalion, too. She felt comfortable with him, which was saying something as she was never comfortable with anyone. There will still big blanks in her history, but she'd come to accept that about herself. She'd learned about who he was now and how that worked with who she was, and to her that was all that mattered.
With the storm that had just come through, she hadn't expected him to show up at her apartment. Usually they would plan these things or he would have at least texted her. Just showing up casually like this struck her as out of the ordinary, but not worrisome. She still smiled when she saw him.
"Didn't expect you to go trudging out through this," she said, teasing.