It was December, the cool season in lamphun, and the air was becoming chilly.
Uangluang wished she had a jacket, she held her bundle of flowers and Incenses close to her and looked at her watch.
Chatree noticed her glancing towards the gate, an ancient-style brick arch adorned with fine designs guarded by a pali of lion sculptures He was concerned for her,
"are you cold?" he asked kindly and offered her his jacket.
He did not want to lose the company of this lovely girl. Uangluang blushed again and relled