She drove down the streets quickly, turning the corner. She pulled up to his corner and parked, blowing into her hands to keep them warm. *** "Art!"
He got off and passed her the helmet. "Thanks for the ride! I appreciate it." *** She frowned. "You're going to get a cold, too."
He considered saying something, but didn't, and only gave a small wave. *** She chuckled slightly. "You could."
She gunned the engine and drove off, her black hair whipping under her helmet. *** "Uh uh. I don't get colds."
He shrugged, raising an eyebrow playfully. "I mean, you did surrender in a snowball fight because you were too cold."
She scoffed, picking up some snow and flinging it at him. "You are so lucky that I'm making those sweaters for them and not because of you."
