Burrowing just a bit deeper into her cloak, mittens and matching hat jaunty against the black, Dominique hurried her step. She was shivering by the time she slipped into into the pub. A quick glance around told her that Terry hadn't arrived yet. She tucked herself in a nearby booth and watched the door.
When Terry entered, Dominique stood and waved, waiting until he came closer to greet him.
"Pint?" she asked. "I was about to go for one myself."