"Stop complaining and put this on." He spoke dryly as usual and held out the sweater to you.

He handed it to you as you walked through the cold, wet paddock of Spa, freezing to death because you wanted to look beautiful first and then there was your health. Your boyfriend Oscar was trying to get you to put on his hoodie.

"Don't make me regret it and put it on, you're freezing to death." He was still looking at you with the sweater in his hands and his cold brown eyes.