He didn't say a thing, just continued unbuttoning his suit. He shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in a fitted black shirt that showed off his pumped biceps. The fabric stretched tight around his arms, like it was barely holding up. I looked around, trying to keep my eyes off him.
Suddenly, I felt something warm settle over my shoulders and back. "You've got goosebumps," he said, draping his suit jacket over me.
"Thanks," I murmured, surprised by his gesture.
I noticed he didn't talk much, and when he did, it was always brief and to the point.
"You really liked him?" he asked, watching me closely.
Was my feeling that obvious?
"Can we not talk about that?" I replied, trying to avoid the topic.
"Why not?" he pressed. "Hmm?"
"Do you want me to cry again?" I asked while looking at him at the eyes.
"So, you really did like him," Is he teasing me or something?
I tried to come up with another topic. "Are you guys close?"
