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sighing, you throw your back against the cold pane of glass. on the other side of it, raindrops race against each other, twisting like snakes. you must come up with a plan to get yourself and your boyfriend to the other side of the street without looking like two completely soaked lovers in front of the restaurant.
jay leans next to you, mulling as well, cheekbones tense with contemplation, gaze fixed on something in the distance, towards your goal, which seems blurred due to the pouring rain.
you don't have an umbrella.
the boy finally pushes himself away from the wall and smiles kindly at you, which makes the situation seem less hopeless.
jay takes his jacket off, then drapes it over your shoulders and your head. you blink in disbelief.
"you're more important." that's all jay says, and you have no chance to protest, because your boyfriend gently but firmly grabs your hips and pulls you to stand next to him, caressing your waist. "shall we?"
you suspire, grabbing the jacket to keep it from falling off, then nod.
you two start, jay immediately gets drenched and can barely see, but he good-naturedly steers you away from stepping into a puddle in your elegant shoes. by the time you cross the street and stop under the eaves of the restaurant, jay's shirt is cold, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and a little water is dripping from it. he tolerates it, and what he sees in your eyes warms his heart. you gratefully, softly, lovingly smile at him, and press a small kiss on his mouth, as a means of thanking him for his generosity. then you frown with worry, because he is too wet.
this time jay plants a kiss on your lips and hums in response. he smiles, content, because you're grateful for his actions, and know that you can always rely on jay in a similar situation to protect you or the state of your clothes. jay is comforted by the fact that he is needed and loved, and he is very proud that you love him.
he walks to the door with the warmth of affection and joy in his chest, then opens it for his lover like a gentleman. the warm light of the chandeliers pours onto the sidewalk, and the pretty you shines in jay's eyes in such a light, even in rain and frost.