nineteen

"Mhm." He hums using one hand to pour the coffee into a cute mug and other one rests around my waist. He keeps the jar away and unties the knot of my apron making me turn around to face him.

"Why do you look so pale?" He asks adjusting the pretty pink pin in my hair.

"I don't. I've just been sick these days. It's too cold." I say and he keeps his hands on either side of my waist pulling my close till my chest presses against his.

"Wear the coat," he drapes the coat over my shoulders, putting one of my arms through it and then again on the other side. Even after I was warm inside the coat, he didn't move away.

"Why?" I ask rubbing my forehead in frustation. I really don't get him.

"What why?" He furrows his brows taking a sip out of my coffee. Not like I mind.

"Why are you doing this to me? If you think of me just as a friend, stop swinging with my feelings. It's either you like me or you don't." I lightly push as his chest asking him to move and he does.