"Here, take this," he threw a blanket onto her lap. "I'm not cold, thank you," Neringa replied with a subdued voice. "And you probably brought it for yourself, didn't you? So keep it." She handed him the blanket. Harold awkwardly settled into the other cocoon, folded his knees, and, squinting, cast a sidelong glance at the overcast sky. "No need," the boy replied. "Ingrida asked me to bring it for you - so I did." ©"Glass Ceiling" by Anastasiia Kalinina #ladyanastasiia #glassceiling