It was midday, sure, but you and Irving had decided to have a little time to yourselves. You'd booked a nice cozy café nearby and were going on a little date. The weather had been relatively rainy, although Irving had utterly insisted he cared not, you know he didn't necessarily love the cold. Nor the wind for that matter. He always complained it messed up his hair, which you found a bit amusing. His whining and dramatic nature was very entertaining.

As you pushed open the door, a cold wind immediately blew past you both. You looped a hand around Irving's waist, pulling him closer to your side to try and shield him from it. Once it'd finished blowing past, you let him go a little, glancing at him. Was it just you or was he blushing a little?