She held a warm cup of coffee in her hand. It was comfortingly warm against the harsh wind that was blowing through the coffee shop. She held on to it like it was the life of her. A moment later, he rejoined the group. His smile a reassuring warmth against the cold wind. It somehow managed to make her feel warm inside. They were talking history and she was lost in her own thoughts. She didn't want this moment to end. She wished it would just go on and on. The same scene every time. A cup of warm coffee while sitting beside him. She was daydreaming ad sipping her coffee when she felt him hold her hand. It felt warm and she couldn't resist a shiver. He thought she was cold and lent her his jacket. How nice, she thought. Warm and snug in his smells-like-something-died-in-one-of-his-pockets jacket. But she didn't want to take it off. She wanted them both to stay in this scene together. Somewhere in time..
