“Here.” I handed her the windbreaker. She glanced between me and the jacket. I shook it at her. “You want me to wear that?” Her voice was dubious. “Uh, yeah.” Wasn’t it obvious? Her nose wrinkled. “What’s wrong with my jacket?” “It’s loud.” I blinked. Blinked again. “What?” She made a noise. “It makes that stupid swishing sound.” I gasped, pulling it into my chest, offended. “A stupid swishing sound?” Swinging her arms, the little shrimp proceeded to mimic the sound my jacket supposedly made. It was a horrible impression. It made me want to kiss her.
