Midnight Has Come

Auguste once again held Margaret’s hand. He went closer to her, pulling her closer to him by her waist.

“Step on my feet,” he told her.

Margaret gave him a questioning look. “Huh?”

“Step on my feet, so that when I move, you don’t have to follow because you’re bound to move with me.”

Margaret just stared at Auguste, trying to imagine what he just told her. He nodded as if to confirm whatever is going through her head.

She winced when she was able to imagine what he wanted her to do. “Are you sure that would be okay?”

“Of course. You don’t look like that heavy to me.”

“Well... if you say so.”

And so, she did what he told her to do. She set down her feet onto Auguste’s one after another. She was off-balanced a little, making her hold onto Auguste’s shoulders tightly.

Auguste kind of felt that, so he held her by the waist more tightly to steady her.

“Easy,” Auguste said to her.