The Defence Rests
Despite the heating being turned back on, the bullpen was cold. And Amy Santiago hated being cold more than anything (Rosa was always bringing up the time she wore a coat to a baseball game in mid July- as if July eighteenth was mid-July). She shivers again, pulling her coat tighter around her.
Jake stands up, pushing his chair back, moving towards her. She flinched slightly (she had seven brothers, she had the right to be a bit wary) as he dropped his coat over her shoulders.
She smiled softly at him and Jake grinned back, moving towards the kitchen.