The walk to work was silent aside from the crisp footfalls of our steps in the light snow. It seemed as if winter was just about to descend.
I chanced a glance at Doyle's face, noticing the slight redness of his nose and the furrowed on his brows. Is he feeling cold? Why would he put a scarf around my neck and forget about himself?
"Doyle..." I unfurled the scarf from around my neck, tossing it over his head just as he turns to look in my direction.
"I'm feeling a little warm now, why don't you hold onto it for me, for now?" I smiled, hoping to sound subtle as Doyle lightly caresses the ends of the scarf.
He nods quietly, not saying another word as his gaze shifts away from my face and he turns to face forward. I blinked in confusion, perplexed with his nonchalant reaction.
He walks a few steps ahead of me, pausing after noticing the lack of another pair of footsteps as he glances at me from over his shoulder.
