The Upside Of Us

Part 6

I regretted it.

It was so cold I couldn't even feel my legs anymore. They were numb and wretchedly limp. I was sure I was going to die.

Ok stop being dramatic.

Martha's Cafe wasn't far from my house, it's why it became my sanctuary to begin with. But maybe going out with wet hair and wet cheeks weren't the best combination for the cold.

I could almost sag to the floor in relief at the sight off the familiar glass door. The dimmed lights making it look all fairy like and wonderful.

I hurriedly pushed through, and rubbed my hands in relief at the warm toasty air.

I clutched my bag for extra warmth, like it was my stuffed teddy bear, Ted that currently sadly resided in my bed all covered and not miserably cold like me.

I walked toward my table, rubbing my tired eyes as I reached it. Before I felt a grip on my wrist pulling me to sit. I let out a cry in surprise.

"Do you lack self preservation?" I jump at the familiar deep smooth voice of a worried Jonah. His eyebrows scrunched, a deep line in the middle.

I blink rapidly making sure I'm not imagining it or conjured him up accidentally with my superpowers.

"Jonah!" I reprimand, "It's not nice to sneak up on people, I could've died. I have a weak heart you know." Well I mean I used too.

He arch's a perfectly straight brow, "Do you actually?"

"No." I laugh. He drops my wrist and turns away from me and returns to his book.

I stare at him, just because I can. His face is all serious before he sighs and takes off his jacket handing it to me.

I shake my head about to protest before he glares at me. Puts his coat around my shoulders and simply says, "Wear it."

I inhale deeply. It smells like him. Like warm cinnamon and spice. I smile contentedly.

"Stop being weird."

"What?" I ask confused.

His eyes go to his jacket. Oh.

I shrug. "It smells good." I could sleep in this.

His cheeks turn red. "Thanks?" I reach up and pinch his cheeks. He swats my hand away.

"Your welcome!" He shakes his head at me before going back to reading his book.

A thought pops into my head. "What's your nationality?"

He looks up at me. "Italian."

"How didn't I know that? What's your last name?"

"Morretí." his subtle italian accent deep and raspy.

"Say something in Italian? Please."

He shifts uncomfortably before he reluctantly sighs. "Sei fastidiosa tanto quanto sei bella." (Translation: You are annoying as you are beautiful).

"What does that mean?"

"You are annoying." I flip him off.

He smiles, all soft and tired. Seeing Jonah smile is like winning the lottery, it makes you feel all lucky to be the one to see it.

I actually to my time to admire him. He's wearing a brown hoodie, his cheeks all red, his hair slightly damp. The curls around his ears adorably scattered. His sharp jaw tense as he looks at me too. His pink lips all puffy from drinking his coffee in front of him.