The weather was dropping rapidly, the weather fluctuating. It was the perfect temperature one day and the next day there would be sheer layers of ice on cement sidewalks. Tristian was always prepared and he always planned ahead with an alert on his phone to what the weather would be for that day on his phone- you on the other hand- could care less about what the weather was. You had the most extravagant outfits, skirts were something you wore often to show off your style but the cold weather and a short skirt didn’t collide.

“Are you don’t need my jacket, baby?” Tristian tries again.

You both had gone out and were walking back from the shopping center near your house, it was a 10 minute walk and the wind was blowing strong. Tristian wore a blue sweater with a black jacket on top, he was perfectly warm and prepared and he had tried to make you bring your own jacket but you were insistent that it would ruin your outfit and now it was coming back to bite you. You decline, but it wasn’t long until you wore his black jacket to relieve some of the chill in the air. He walked besides you, in his sweater- he thankfully decided to layer up since he knew you would end up wearing his jacket.

“You warm now, darlin’?” Tristian teases, a smirk playing on his lips.