nina christine

The Psychic

She gripped his fingers a bit harder, trying to pull the warmth from him to comfort herself and lower the goose bumps now forming along both of her arms. It was colder than she had expected, but not enough to ruin the evening. Her coat was not thick enough for the wind she was met with on their walk through the city. He stopped on the sidewalk before crossing the next street and took his big jacket off, quickly swinging it around her shoulders. “Oh, I don’t need your coat!” she said, shrugging it away. “Come on, take it!” He said, “How many years in New York will it take for you to realize you need an actual winter coat out here?” She looked at him impatiently, “You know I don’t have money to spend on something I’ll only wear for one season. I’m fine!” He backed down, “OK, OK” he said as he put his big coat back on. There was a break in traffic. He grabbed her hand and led her across the street.