Before I can move, however, Morris takes my arm and begins rolling up the sleeve of the coat. He takes his sweet time, rolling each sleeve up carefully before taking the sides of the belt which are hanging open, and pulling the coat together, tying it securely. Flustered, I look at him, my cheeks blazing, "What are you doing?"
"It's cold outside," he says seriously. "You should keep yourself warm."
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I've never had anybody look after me like this. In hindsight, it's a small gesture, but it still makes me feel cared for. My traitorous heart skips a beat.
I follow him to his car, which is the only one parked in the empty lot across the street. He opens the passenger side door for me, and I feel even more awkward. I'm not used to being
