✖ esuna.
I’m fine. { ’ She snapped, subtly. She didnt take kindly to her offer being rejected — feeling insulted even. Her eyes dropped down to his hand grazing over her own and forced out a smile, for her offer to seem more appealing ‘} Really. { ’ She urged handing it out to him again. ‘} here. { ’ she let out a huff, scooting her form closer towards his, shifting so she could properly face him — taking his hands into her own, and wrapped the thin scarf around both of his hands, loosely enough for him to not be trapped. But tight enough so it would give his hands some warmth. ‘} {’ She smiled sincerely and patted her hands on top of his own. ‘} Better.
{’ Flashing up to his face for a second, her smile faded but she still tried to project a kind face ‘} My hands are warm { ’ she lied ‘} you can use until your date gets here. { ’ She only assumed, why else would a good looking guy be sitting out in the cold on a bench? A bus maybe, but she found it unlikely he was lone ‘}
(/ his eyebrows raise at her snap, at the hostility in her tone. it makes his lip twitch back into a small frown, shifting to that of pursed lips to hide his reaction. there are people who don't often take kindness too well -- and he supposes he was being a little rude on his part.) i'm sorry, (/ he bows his head, shooting her a look that's an apology all in itself.) i didn't mean to offend you. (/ his voice is soft, and he watches her with a gaze of apprehension and curiosity.)
(/ he hesitates taking the scarf, but he doesn't have to wait -- with wide eyes, a shocked look overtaking his features, he sits still as she wraps the scarf around his hands. he appreciates it -- the warmth the cloth is emitting is nice, and he can feel the winter bite on his fingertips dampen and slowly heat.)
(/ yunho stares at her -- it's rude, but he can't help it. he swallows, and his smile comes back, full force. wide and grateful, he ducks his head in a light bow.) thank you. (/ his voice is full of sincerity, and he scans his eyes over her features to memorize the kind soul.) -- (/ he blinks at the mention of a date, a sheepish smile crossing his features. the thought of a female -- full of sugar and spice and everything not so nice hits his memory, but then its gone in a flash.) date? you must be mistaken. (/ he leans comfortably against the bench, shaking his head as he chuckles.) it's just me for the day. (/ he pauses in thought.) ...and you, of course. miss -- (/ there's a question hanging on the edge of his tone, and his eyes are alight in interest.)














