chapter rating: pg
word count: 387
summary: Lucas gives a cold Maya his jacket
"Will you just admit you're cold?" Lucas raises an eyebrow as he walks beside her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.
Maya's shivering and hopping from one foot to the other, and this isn't exactly how he imagined their date going.
"I'm not cold!"
"Maya, you just blew on your hands." He shakes his head, smiling at her. "If you want my jacket–"
"I don't need your stupid jacket, Huckleberry. I'm fine."
He sighs. "I told you it was gonna get cold tonight."
"I told you it was gonna get cold tonight," she mimics, in a voice far too high-pitched to be his own.
Rolling his eyes, he says, "That's not what I sound li–"
"Ha-hurr!" she interrupts, glaring up at him.
Biting his lip to keep from smiling, he pulls his hands from his pockets and starts undoing his jacket.
Her face clears and she takes a step back. "I'm serious! If you take your jacket off, I'm not going to put it on. You can't make me!"
"Will you quit acting like a five-year-old?" Shrugging his jacket off, he swings it around her and onto her shoulders. When Maya merely scowls up at him, he takes each of her arms and threads them through the sleeves and then buttons the front. It's very obviously too long for her much shorter frame, but at least she's mostly covered. "There. Better?"
She purses her lips. "My hands are cold."
"Well, see, that's what gloves are for." He takes one of his own gloves off his right hand and slides it over her left. "There."
She raises her right hand and wiggles her fingers at him. "What am I supposed to do with this one? Sacrifice it to frostbite?"
Lucas laughs under his breath and then reaches up to take her hand, threading his fingers through hers. He cups their palms and blows in between to warm her skin before he lets their joined hands fall to swing between them. "Good?"
She looks down at their hands and then back up to him before she shrugs. "Not bad," she tells him.
"I try my best… ma'am." He tips an imaginary hat at her, and Maya scoffs, shaking her head. But she's smiling, and she's not shivering anymore, and Lucas calls that a win.
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