Having no radio or phone, it's hard to keep distracted and ignore the fact that, without the heat working, I am literally freezing here. Plus, I have no idea what I should do now...
Maybe you should have been less stubborn and accepted his help...
Forget it, Norine. That's just the cold talking...
A knock on the window wakes me from my thoughts. I turn my head facing the person I have been cursing for the last half an hour or so.
He is fully equipped for the weather, wearing a big coat, scarf, gloves and a beanie. So basically I can only see his eyes, nose and some of his red curls who insist on peaking through the hat, but it's quite easy to recognize him.
Feeling ignored, as I am still trying to make sense of the image in front of me, he waves, pointing to the small cup I now notice he is holding.
Debating between the idea of simply opening a bit of the window or letting him get inside, I decide to go with the last.
I unlock the door and he opens it, sitting on the passenger's seat and taking off his beanie.
"It's freezing, right?" He asks once settled.
"What do you want?" I demand, crossing my arms. I don't see how my humor can improve at this point really.
"Straight to the point I see.." He chuckles, seeming (highlight on that) shy.
"Yes, please..." I insist, getting even more annoyed with each second that he wastes.
"Well, so... Hum, I noticed you were still in your car, and since you said you had a problem with it, I thought you were probably freezing here, because it's super cold outside... So, yeah, I decided to bring you this to help." He rambles, handing me the flaming cup afterwards.
By instinct, I hold it, feeling better right away when its warmth spreads through my body.
"It's a tea. Mint. It's the only machine who still had anything hot." He continues, probably expecting me to drink it.
Not caring about any of my negative feelings towards him, I take the cup to my lips, stopping before I take a sip.
"Wait, how do I know this doesn't have poison or drugs or anything like that?" I ask suspicious about his "kind gesture".
He laughs again, his dimples making themselves quite visible. Not that I noticed, of course.
"You must read or watch a lot of tv..." He jokes, not exactly getting the reaction he expected in return. Putting on a serious face, he replies "If it makes you feel better I can drink it too."
His offer is tempting but having all the tea to myself is more, so I do it, feeling better with each sip.
"Approved?" He questions with a raised eyebrow.
"It was okay..." I shrug, not wanting to give him the importance he is looking for.
A few seconds pass by and he doesn't move or show any signs that he will.
"Thank you, Alexander..." I say, waiting for him to get the clue that it's time to leave.
He seems surprised for a second, wrinkling his nose afterwards.
"Alec, please."
I roll my eyes mentally.
He is kidding, right?
"Alexander seems fine to me, actually."
He clears his throat.
"You said you have a problem with your car. Can I try and help?"
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Dear Santa Claus - 14 Short Stories Until Christmas
ChickLitThis is a Christmas calendar for everyone who loves cuddling in their blanket, drinking some hot chocolate or tea while reading some sweet winter romance. 14 short stories until Christmas! In collaboration with soy_vanni, Cynthia_Fangirl, LuminaAmar...