I watched him push off the car, wringing his hands in front of him. The cold breeze that blew past knocked me forward, and I noticed his hands came forward to catch me. Artfully sidestepping his advances, I eyed him warily. I hadn't the slightest idea why he'd be at my car this early on a Saturday, hours before the biggest dance of the year.
"C-C-Cole, w-what are you doing h-here?" I asked him through chattering teeth. The exhaustion mixed with the elements was about more than my body could handle. I needed to get home STAT to take a nap.
Studying the ground, and edging the toe of his shoe around my tire, he took his time answering. "Well. I guess I came to see what you thought of my package that delivered the other day? You hadn't said anything, so I was just I guess coming to
