On the shelf, a philosophy book.Clara seated herself on the bench, the wood cool against her spine, and drew her jacket slightly closer around her, for the wind had strengthened, bringing a faint chill along with it.
Clara nods, glancing at his sketchbook. “May I see?” she asks, and Elias smiles, opening the sketchbook to show her his drawings.☔Kitchenware cleaning Utensils in place