No, I think that's attempted assault.
When she came back with the jacket, I could see the smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. That was my boss for you. Always quick with a jab, especially at anyone who didn't immediately win her over.
"Here." She held the coat out to me, and I slid my arms into it, her hands brushing the shoulders to smooth it out. "Now you really look the part. Ready to charm the pants off Wall Sina's finest?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope."
"Then why did you ask the question?" 
She shrugged.
With a final adjustment to my sleeves, I was ready to leave. Eveline stepped back, arms crossed, as if admiring her creation.
"You'll do fine," she said, softer this time. "Just don't forget—our bakery's reputation is on the line."
"Right," I muttered, brushing invisible dust off my coat. "Wouldn't want to let you down."
I opened the bakery door to the street outside, only to be greeted by a howling gust of winter air. The cold slammed into me like a wall of ice, making me immediately balk. Without thinking, I slammed the door shut and stood there, frozen in place.
Behind me, Eveline snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. I turned to see her leaning against the counter, grinning like she'd just witnessed the world's funniest joke.
"Forgot about winter, did you?" 
"..."
I stayed silent, brushing snowflakes off my sleeves.
"Oh, don't tell me," she said, her grin widening. "You thought you were walking there? Kiyo, you're being transported in a carriage, you idiot. Did you forget or were you trying to be funny? I'd bet you forgot."
I glanced at her, but the small hitch in my shoulders must have given me away.
"You did think that." She burst out laughing, clutching her sides as if it were the funniest thing in the world. "Oh, that's rich."
This is the worst.
"...Why do I even talk to you?"
Her laughter grew louder, and she leaned against the counter to steady herself. "HA! You're incredible sometimes, you know that? You can knead bread and other things for hours at a time but you—"
I didn't bother responding. There was no winning here, so I just adjusted my coat and waited for her to calm down.
A few minutes later, we stood outside the bakery, waiting for the carriage. I leaned back against the wall, hands in my coat pockets, my eyes closed against the chill in the air. The sound of horseshoes on cobblestone echoed faintly in the distance, mixing with the occasional gust of wind.
"Alright, I have to ask," Eveline prompted.
I cracked an eye open to look at her. She was rubbing her hands together for warmth, her breath visible in the air.
"Why'd you agree to this gala thing in the first place?"
I started to answer, but she cut me off, crossing her arms and tilting her head like she was about to lecture me. "Wait, don't tell me—it wasn't for the girls, was it?" Her tone was teasing, but there was a knowing edge to it. "No, you're not the type. Too much effort, right? Like you always say... So... what then?"
"To represent the bakery."
She raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're doing this for me?"
I nodded, but her tone shifted slightly, the teasing replaced with something quieter.