Gloves:

Phineas rubbed his hands together and blew on them. He starts to do it again Isabella watching him.

"Do you want my gloves?" Isabella asks.

Phineas rubs his hands. "No thanks, I'm fine"

"You are not fine" She says taking off her gloves. "Take them"

"If I do then your hands will be cold." He rubs his hands again.

"I'll be fine! You won't!"

"I will"

"You won't!"

"I will!"

"Won't!"

"Will!"

"Fine! Let's compromise!" She takes both his hands.

"What are you-"

She takes one glove off and puts it on one of his hands. Then with her bare hand she takes his bare hand.

"Better?"

Phineas looks at their hands. They were holding hands! Phineas blushes, suddenly getting warm. "Yeah"