I probably should have brought mine.

( does it bother her? well, a little, though not so much that she'd freeze to death — but caroline forbes is also the kind of girl who knows the entire script of the notebook by heart, and who would give her left arm for a life out of a nicholas sparks movie. she's not going to turn down the option of a loaned jacket on a first date. she might, however, squeal a little. internally. to herself.

as he settles it over her shoulders, caroline hums out a quiet: ) Thank you.

( she's having a hard time resisting the urge to grin ear-to-ear, even as they leave the quiet bubble of their booth and the warmth of mahogany behind. it's been a nice evening. definitely very different than she expected at first, but in a good way.

her boots make a soft crunching sound as they step out onto the sidewalk still covered in a thin layer of white snow. it's pretty, to be sure, and quiet at this time of night, just a few people here and there milling about. )

I wasn't really expecting to tell anybody here about... you know. But I'm glad I told you, at least.