It was past midnight; the moon was full, and the night was cold. You had sneaked out when George knocked on your window, calling you out for a walk. You did have a little crush on him, but you didn’t really think you had a chance. I mean, he’s the popular guy, and you’re just a quiet girl. Why would he even want you? You left the house in your pajamas, so you were starting to feel cold. Wrapping your arms around your shoulders, you tried to warm up.

“Take it,” he said, draping his jacket over you.

“But you’ll get…” you started, but he was already walking toward the gas station.

“Wait here; I’ll buy some hot chocolate,” he said, glancing back at you. When you saw he was inside, you took a moment to smell his jacket, savoring the scent.

He returned, so you quickly acted normal.

“Thank you,” you said, taking the hot chocolate and warming yourself.

“Mics” he said, looking at you with a smirk.

“Yeah?”

“Do I really smell that good on you?”