"THANKS for the coffee, Trent," Ingrid said, smiling at Trent. They had just come from the coffee shop and decided to get some fresh air near a cliff overlooking the city lights of L.A.
"It's nothing...." Trent replied, smiling back and turning to face her.
They were outside the car, leaning against its hood. Ingrid's inebriation had faded, but she couldn't help but feel cold because of the wind hitting her arms.
Trent seemed to notice. "Are you cold? Just a second," he said before getting back into the car. When he returned, he was holding a jacket and placed it over her shoulders. "Here. Wear this so you don't get cold."
Ingrid smiled. Such a gentleman. "Thanks Trent," she said and was about to look away from Trent because she had noticed him staring intently at her when he suddenly
