He gestured to her shoulder and she glanced over, without realizing it, she had been rubbing her hands against her upper arms, a habitual gesture she habitually did when she was chilly or nervous and in the case when couldn't tell if it was because she was nervous or because of the chills.
"Here". Tyrell said suddenly, shrugging off the lightweight jacket hanging idly on his shoulder and holding it out to her. "Take this."
Leila's eyes widened as she instinctively took a step back, waving her hands dismissively as she refused. "Oh, no, no. I'm fine. Really. You don't have to—"
"You're obviously cold." He stepped closer, a teasing glint in his eyes as he held the jacket just before her, leaning in quietly. "It's just a jacket, Leila. Not a marriage proposal."
