The bitter cold December air is felt throughout the entirety of the bus, Beca can tell. The much below average temperatures for this time of year in Atlanta, the cool night everyone had most definitely not prepared for, it's clear as she looks around her. Everyone has their sweatshirts bundled around them as tight as they can, hands stuffed inside the sleeves as they try to get as warm as they possibly can as they wait for their driver to take the wheel.
They're waiting for Amy, their designated driver for the whole trip, who took the keys with her but hasn't bothered to show up to start their trek back to campus yet. Or turn on the heat for them. Beca figures they'll be waiting for a little bit longer until she decides to finally make an appearance, because it is Amy after all, so she just leans in closer to Jesse to steal some more of his body heat for herself.
Jesse's sitting in the seat closest to the window next to her (he tagged along for the ride and the performance) and she happily curls up next to him when he throws his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in tightly to his side.
Jesse takes his free arm then, the moment she moves herself closer to him and rests her head against his shoulder, pushes it towards to the window and begins writing out a message with his index finger against the cold, frosted glass.
I love you, it says when he pulls his hand back and she can see the words clearly in front of her.
She can't help but roll her eyes at his initiative. Her boyfriend really is a dork, she thinks. A big, nerdy, dork. She smiles to herself faintly at his message. As dorky and cheesy as his actions were, she can't help but push herself up slightly to respond to his message right below the one he left for her.
I love you, too.
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