The cold Winter wind was biting and harsh; more than capable of numbing any exposed skin. Theodore Laurence, nicknamed Laurie, was not oblivious to this and in a mediocre attempt to be suave, he draped his ridiculously expensive jacket over your shoulders. But you had both chose the riverside for your walk, with a powerful December wind accompanying you. And said breeze carelessly flung the jacket off your shoulders, into the rushing river.

"Oh." Laurie looked simultaneously bashful as well as like a kicked puppy, so hilariously forlorn and shy at once. "I.. um. That went wrong," His fingers drummed the apex of his thighs awkwardly as he watched the jacket get washed away.