Viv entered the restrooms. Park had rustled up two little tealights and placed them by the mirrors. Their flames gave off a weak light that was amplified by the reflection.
Park was sat on a scratchy tartan picnic blanket they had found in one of the storerooms.
‘It’s freezing in here,’ said Viv, hugging herself.
Park smiled, ‘Is that my cue to say some line about warming you up?’
‘Only if you can actually do it.’
He reached up and she took his hand. He gently pulled her down to sit on the rug.
‘I’ll see what I can do.’
Introduction to the 100 WORD NOVEL.