Roxanna had arrived a few minutes earlier to get a table under the heating vent, because she hated to be cold. She waited for Patroclus to arrive, idly drumming her fingers on the tabletop to a rhythm only she could hear.
She smiled up at him as he approached, laughing a little. "Well thank you," she said. "Though the wind did its best to render me bald. Did you have a nice Christmas?"