Frost and cold nipped away at the tips of his ears. Shikamaru shivered miserably in his coat, looking forlornly at the smiling blond woman who was seated across him.
"Really woman?" he grumbled, huddling closer into his coat, his coffee left untouched due to his unwillingness to remove his hands from the inner pockets of his coat. "Do we have to coffee alfresco in the winter?"
Gracefully sipping the coffee from the dainty little cup which lay before her, Temari Sabaaku gave him a patronizing smile. Shifting her gaze to stare at him with those penetrating blue green eyes, she said, "I live in a hot-as-hell desert, you should be ashamed of yourself for not being able to take the cold." She placed the cup gently on a saucer and proceeded to inspect him like a scientist viewing a microbe of some sort.
Reasonably agitated, Shikamaru scowled. "Woman it hits below minus twenty degrees centigrade at night in Suna, of course you would be fine with the winter cold." His ears were feeling numb, was this the primary onset of frostbite? Glaring at Temari's everwidening grin, he felt the growing need to whine so that the all-powerful and domineering woman would finally allow the both of them to get out of the cold and enter the nice, heated inside of the cafe which she had insisted on visiting. "Besides, do we really have to dine alfresco? In the middle of the cold?"
Interlacing her fingers, Temari leaned forward towards him. "Of course," she murmurred and Shikamaru found himself intrigued by the little wisps of smoke which escaped from her pink lips. "I saw this in a movie and I thought it would be nice if we had a similar moment."
"What?" Shikamaru snorted, still huddled within his jacket. "Isn't that just a teensy weensy little bit too cliche for you?" The cold metal surface of his chair was biting through his coat into his ass and he swore that he could literally feel the blood in his veins freezing into blocks of ice.
Rolling her eyes, a scowl began to grace Temari's soft features. "I just thought that it would be nice if we could be couply and shit for a while." She explained sneering as her lip gradually curled deeper into her features.
Shikamaru sighed, "you're never this romance oriented"
"Well, I thought it'd be good if I started to be," she retorted, "besides this would be the sort of shit we look back with fondness and I would like my memories to be filled with Nicholas Sparks-esque sort of scenes instead of arguing all the damn time, thank you very much." she sniffed, though he was unsure if it was with irritation or due to the goddamn cold.
Damn woman, Shikamaru thought. Temari was usually reasonable, a thinker, someone who analyzed situations and was capable of understanding how stupid these situations were. "Woman, I have allergies and I am freezing my butt off in the cold, I doubt this will be some landmark moment in our relatinoship."
Temari shrugged casually and then began wounding her violet scarf tighter around her neck. "True true but it's still amuzing to watch you squirm in the cold," she replied with that little triumphant smirk on her face. Damn, he almost exclaimed, this was just a beautiful beautiful example of how whipped he was.
Sniffling piteously, he glared at her from his seat. "You owe me a game of shougi," he muttered, still sniffling. Watching as she rolled her eyes with mock disdain and amusement, he hope that this would be an image of what they considered to be bliss that they would remember forever.