We walked back to the car, him armed with provisions from the convenience store, me with two bottles of iced coffee.
We opened the car doors and scrambled in; it was freezing.
He took a swig from his bottle of iced tea, then turned and offered it to me.
“Nah weather’s too cold. I need hot tea.”
“Alrighty,” he said.
He took another swig, keeping the fluid in his mouth this time. Suddenly, he swiftly turned and leaned towards me while I gasped and pushed him away, him laughing at my glare.
Ignoring him I opened my bottle, then tilted it at my mouth and felt the cold brew gushing down my throat. Much needed fuel for the caffeine addict.
“Do you want some?” I offered.
“Sure, but I want it hot,” he grinned.
“How hot do you want it?”
“As hot as you.”