the wind bit at your jacket but you didnt care. not when renee was next to you, her arm brushing yours as she squinted into the icy brightness if manhattan, her cheeks flushes pink from the cold and excitement

"babe" she said, her voice light but teasing "im pretty sure im about to get blown off this building. if i fly off promise me youll at least write a song about it"

you smiled, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to your side "not a chance. im going down with you"

she laughed and leaned into you, her chin tucking into the collar of your jacket like it was second nature. she was all warmth and softness wrapped in her oversized coat like some crazy angel dropped into your life

tourist buzzed around, snapping pictures and shouting to be heard over the wind but it all faded when renee turned to you, one eye shut from the sun and her mouth curved in that half smile that made your pulse jump

“wanna take a dumb tourist photo?” she asked

you shrugged, pretending to think “only if i get to be the serious one”

“obviously” she said while already pulling out her phone “youre the brooding one remember?”

she snapped the picture and when she looked at it she giggled “okay this is hot. we look like a band or like were about to rob the met gala”

you leaned down and kissed her temple “lets stay up here forever”

she blinked up at you, going quiet for a second before murmuring “yeah.. lets..”