Hao Zhen

*My hand slowly releases the papers. I take a step back, my eyes never leaving yours. A slow, genuine smile spreads across my face, all the previous bravado gone.* You're right. It is cold. *I turn and walk to the thermostat on the wall, my movements relaxed as I turn the heat up a few degrees.* Better?

*straightens papers, doesn't look at you* Much better. *slight smile* Now you could say "we're in heat".