[winter]
"Hey."
Hey-same thing?
"Yup, caramel macchiato."
My shift ends in 5.
"I'll wait."
He always does.
"Let's go somewhere."
She bit her lip. It was cold out there, and it's late.
"Come on..."
She wasn't sure. Hanging out with him was great, but it was terribly cold. After all, that's what she was like-indecisive.
"It'll be fun, I promise."
Fine.
"This way to the car, milady."
Why did you call me that?
"Would you like me to call you sir?"
...idiot.
He brought her to the river.
It was freezing, and she could see her breath in front of her, but the view and his presence made up for that.
The bright lights on the bridge, the soft music playing, the people sitting peacefully by the river...
She thought it looked beautiful.
"Not as beautiful as you."
Her cheeks, already tinged with pink from the cold, turned a darker shade of crimson.
Shut up, don't lie.
"I didn't. I won't ever."
