"Here. I think this will help you feel better," Vincenzo said, handing Sofia a steaming mug of hot chocolate.
He seemed to have showered and changed into a pair of pyjamas and t-shirt, too. While his clothes fit him a little too perfectly, hers seemed to swallow her whole.
The sweatshirt he had given her was so big that it went well past her hands and was almost up to her knees. It was almost like a small dress, so she had foregone wearing anything underneath. The pyjama bottoms he had given her had been too big anyway. She was sure they wouldn't hold even if she had tried wearing them. Though, the sweatshirt was the comfiest pair of clothing she had ever worn.
"Thanks," she muttered, taking the mug from him.