I MENTALLY CURSE myself for agreeing to get Grams' stupid book.
Yes that's my excuse for standing here in this mega-massive line, waiting for Barnes and Noble to open.
It's 6:30 in the morning, way too early to get up in my opinion, but also way too cold.
You see, some author person had a midnight opening for their book, last night. And she missed it.
So Grams said if I go for her book, I'll get paid 40. And I'm a sucker for money so...
Grr, I need coffee, soup. I'll settle for tea. Cocoa, even.
If I just turn around the corner and walk around the block, there'll be a nice warm sofa waiting for me with all the cocoa I can drink...
Bad thoughts Sammy do not think of home with central heating and hot water and cocoa...
I raise my right knee and kick my shin.
'Ow.' I grumble while shaking out my leg. That hurt more than I thought it would.
I hear a snicker from in front of me. A blonde haired woman looks at me.
I glare at her. She raises an eyebrow and turnes to face the front.
A shiver runs down my spine. It's so cold!
I feel a tap on my shoulder.
'Sammy.' It's Casey.
'H-h-h-i-i.' I chatter.
I try and shrink myself as small as possible into my duffle. I blow hot air into my numb hands and stamp my feet. Nothing seems to work.
'Sammy are you alright? Are you cold?' Casey asks.
'No.' I mumble. 'What are you doing here?' Good work, Sammy, changing the subject.
'My mother sent me to get that stupid book that's being released.'
I nod. 'Ditto, but with Grams.'
I blow hot air onto my hands again and rub them together.
Casey grabs both of my hands and, without a word, stuffs them into his pocket.
'You're cold.' He says.
I shrug. My face feels as if it's on fire. I hope he dosesn't notice.
After a while, he removes one of his hands from his pocket and wraps it swiftly around my shoulders. He pulls me to his chest.
I look at him.
He shrugs. 'Y'know.' He says. 'Body heat.'
I shrink into his chest.
Body heat. Riiiight.
