She Coyote

40. FIGHT FRIGHTS

JUDE
Coyote danced along the sidewalk, basking in the snowless, sunlit chill that swept through the deceiving New York weather, my coat enveloping her in as much warmth as possible. I chuckled as I adjusted her denim coat that hung around my shoulders, fitting snug in the arms. It fit simply because most of her clothes were purposely too large for her skinny body type, and managed to just barely work for my broader frame.

She glanced back at me over her shoulder, her hair tucked under a red baseball cap facing backwards. The wind played with her ebony color locks that now hung a little past her shoulders. I remember the length they were when we first met, how they followed the curve of her jaw and were angled inwards, framing her face. She was beautiful. She still was. I was obsessed with her.

"Hey slow poke," she called out to me teasingly, and I popped my eyes up.

"Hm?" I responded and she laughed a little.

"Something on your mind?" She questioned as she waded back towards me through the crowd of bustling people trying to get wherever they were going.

I shook my head, shrugging. "Not really."

"Bobcat?" She assumed and I rejected the idea with a narcissistic laugh.

"No. In no way." I rebuffed.

"You're probably lying, but I don't care." She tugged the collars on the denim coat closer to her and pushed herself up on her toes, our lips meeting. I couldn't help but smile as we kissed, it was my favorite thing to do. I loved holding her and kissing her and touching her wherever I wanted, and making inappropriate sexual comments without getting yelled at. It was nice.

"You're so cold, it's hard to kiss you." She groaned childishly, her eyes still closed.

I glanced over beside us at the store we were stationed next to. They had outdoor racks with various articles of clothing on them as if to preview the selections they offered inside. I gazed around before pulling a long plaid scarf off and wrapping it around both of our necks, the difference in height not causing an inconvenience due to the incredible length of the material.

I began walking and she followed suit. "Excuse me sir, you didn't pay for that," she remarked.

"Yeah, well, I've done worse. C'mon let's go get some food." I urged and watched her grin into the scarf. I smiled, too.

As we walked through the streets we were stopped by different people wanting different things, most of them trying to sell us some stupid product of their's. At one point I completely unhooked myself from the scarf and let Coyote take all the heat it provided. I didn't mind, though, I wanted her precious body to be warm rather than my rusty, worn out one.

As she was stopped talking to someone that I couldn't care less about, I spotted someone vaguely familiar. As I made out his facial details I broke into a smile. I waved and yelled out, "Hey! Hey it's me, remember me?" I said and jogged over to greet him.

He looked up at me with absolutely no interest, so I extended out my hand. "Anthony, right? It's Jude, from the bar a few weeks ago. You bought me some drinks." I clarified.

"Ohhh, right. Lady troubles." He nodded, his voice low and gravely. Something was off about him, I just didn't know what. I shrugged it off, and pointed back towards Coyote.