Tyson closed the door behind him, feeling his heart sink when he saw her state. She had the blanket clutched to her chest, and she was still shivering from either cold, or fear. He did not know why her condition was bothering him so much. After all, he despised her. But seeing that tough, strong-headed woman scared out of her mind, and so vulnerable in front of him, had sparked something within him.
He walked up to her, and observed how she didn't even notice his presence. She was staring at her lap, eyes wide, breathing hard.
"Here," he said softly, earning her attention as she flinched slightly. She relaxed when she looked up at him, gulping, her breathing calming down slightly. He offered her the warm cup of coffee, and she took it from him, giving him a small smile. Tyson sat down
