Ouch!
Ouch!I snapped my mouth away from the sizzling hot chocolate in my cup after it burned the first layer of tissue off my tongue and shrank down in the winter coat that Steven had bought me the other day. Steven sipped his with ease beside me as we walked through Market Square.
“Do you come here a lot during the winter?” I asked, rubbing my cold fingers on the cup.
“Since I moved my business into that building right over there”—he pointed to one of the tall buildings near Market Square—“I’ve always wanted to come down and check it out in the winter, but I haven’t had much of a chance.”
“Why not?” I asked, inching closer to steal his heat.
“Because I”—he paused—“have never had anyone who would go with me.”
My eyes widened, and I bit back my small-talk response of, Oh, really? Inst
