"I'm just saying." Veronica was getting snappy; always a sign that things weren't going like she planned. This wasn't all that bad though, seriously. See, sometimes Veronica got everything right except the salient details.
Bob smiled into his coffee. He was waiting for her to ask, because if he offered, she wouldn't take it. Sometimes she was kind of an idiot about being tougher than she looked, like the whole damn city couldn't tell just by looking that she would pretty much bite off your hand if you offered to take her bag for her. (Sometimes she let Bob carry stuff though. Sometimes.)
"Uh, Bob?"
"Mmm," he said, taking another sip of what was honestly pretty shitty coffee.
"Do you think, uh, could I--"
"Yeah," he said, unzipping his top hoodie and handing it to her. She smiled sheepishly and put it on, half-disappearing in it.
"Cozy," she said, and he had to kiss her.
"I'm not gonna call you cute," he said, "but you have to know, it's a good look."
"What, me wearing your clothes?" Fuck, he loved her grin.
"Yup," he said, and she didn't say anything, but she leaned into his side a little. He kissed the top of her head and settled down to wait out the high-powered divorcee who was apparently meeting her ex-husband's brother for drinks. It was cold and her car was terrible, but Bob had never had a better Saturday night.
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"I'm just saying." Veronica was getting snappy; always a sign that things weren't going like she planned. This wasn't all that bad though, seriously. See, sometimes Veronica got everything right except the salient details.
Bob smiled into his coffee. He was waiting for her to ask, because if he offered, she wouldn't take it. Sometimes she was kind of an idiot about being tougher than she looked, like the whole damn city couldn't tell just by looking that she would pretty much bite off your hand if you offered to take her bag for her. (Sometimes she let Bob carry stuff though. Sometimes.)
"Uh, Bob?"
"Mmm," he said, taking another sip of what was honestly pretty shitty coffee.
"Do you think, uh, could I--"
"Yeah," he said, unzipping his top hoodie and handing it to her. She smiled sheepishly and put it on, half-disappearing in it.
"Cozy," she said, and he had to kiss her.
"I'm not gonna call you cute," he said, "but you have to know, it's a good look."
"What, me wearing your clothes?" Fuck, he loved her grin.
"Yup," he said, and she didn't say anything, but she leaned into his side a little. He kissed the top of her head and settled down to wait out the high-powered divorcee who was apparently meeting her ex-husband's brother for drinks. It was cold and her car was terrible, but Bob had never had a better Saturday night.