Bea and Eli, their apartment, Wednesday night.
Bea exited the bathroom to head toward the bedroom, her shoulders hunched a bit and her step quickening as the surprising coolness of the apartment assaulted her through her pajamas.
"Wheeeeeeeere is spring," she said with a shiver as she dove under the covers next to Eli, then promptly tucked her cold toes against his legs. "Didn't it start sometime this week?"