continued from [x] // @miztacular
Essie was the type of girl that shivered at the drop of a hat. She was also the type of girl that always forgot to bring a sweater. Naturally, those two traits don’t mix very well. So she frowned and crossed her arms over her petite chest in a vain attempt to keep warm; her jaw clenched to stop her teeth from chattering.
She was a bit surprised when Mike of all people willingly gave her his jacket - though in typical Mike fashion he likewise gave her no time to protest. Despite the necessity she gave a small eye-roll. “Mike, come now, I’m fine.” A bold-faced lie. Still, she quieted after that, having taken the time to actually turn to him when he spoke. The way he was looking at her… it was tender, almost? There was a certain warmth in his blue eyes that caught her off-guard.
“Well what about you?” she grumbled, her tone almost frustrated. “Won’t you get cold?”
