Friday meant another Friday of running errands for Valentino; today's schedule included picking up Aiyana again from work, and dropping her off. But as much as I disliked leaving my apartment, I was beginning to grow a little fond of the time spent with the dark haired beauty; this just happened to be the third week in which I've mindlessly agreed, and Valentino had no complaints.

And when I crane my neck over my shoulder, eyes fleeting over to Aiyana and lingering on her wide smile, I'm reminded of our first encounter. She was chaos walking-in the literal sense-she's clumsy and accident-prone, way too relaxed, and she cared too much, but it was a breath of fucking fresh air.

The corner of my lips lift up into a ghost of a smile behind my Nike neck warmer as I fix the beanie on my head and pull the strings of my hoodie, the hood sitting snug around my face, keeping out the cold, and proceed to shove my hands into my puffer jacket.

Aiyana has my undivided attention.

I watch as she hands out a freshly brewed coffee with a cinnamon roll to the homeless man seated before her, legs crossed, a blanket covering his head to retain warmth. My eyes dance across her face, over her red-tinted nose and cheeks to her nude painted lips move slowly-though I'm unable to make out what she's saying-before she's dropping a tenner into the cup situated on the floor.

She simply smiles, dismissing her good deed of the day with a wave of her hand-as if its the natural thing to do-and lightly jogs towards me, her heeled boots clicking against the pavement with every step. I don't realise I'm staring at her until she waves a hand in front of my face, nudging my side with her elbow.

You're staring,she says, eyes shining in amusement. Her lips curl up into a smile, nose crinkling as she releases a soft giggle, raising her hand to poke a perfectly manicured finger against my stubbly cheek, It's kind of creepy, Judah.

Like I said, I'm reminded of our first encounter.

I feign annoyance and swat her hand away, waiting for her to reach my side before we can make our way to the station. Sure, it would've been more convenient using my car, but the traffic in London never ceased. Not to mention, rush hour was ridiculous.

Sorry,I say, and for once I'm thankful she can't see my reddening cheeks beneath my neck warmer.

Aiyana positions her clasped hands in front of her, her side bag bouncing against her hip with every step. I don't miss the way she nibbles on her lower lip, occasionally blowing into her palms for a little warmth, or the way she tightens her thin jacket around her small body.

Any dickhead customers today?I find myself asking, training my eyes ahead. I trail behind Aiyana, grabbing the edge of her jacket whenever she attempts to wander off too far; trying to find someone amongst the crowd on Oxford Street was a pain in the ass, and I did not intend on wasting time trying to find the gremlin.

She shakes her head, the end of her sleek ponytail falling over her shoulder as she did so. We stop for a short minute when Aiyana decides to fix her shoe, I spent most of my time backstage today, so thankfully, I didn't have to deal with any entitled pricks.

Her head is downcast, one hand pressed against the brick wall as she attempts to balance her weight on foot, trying to zip up her boot. I heave a sigh watching her struggle, and maybe I should just do that-watch her struggle-but instead, I approach her.

Before she can question what I'm doing, I'm crouching down, careful not to crease my air forces and grab the back of her ankle. Aiyana yelps quietly, the action forcing her palms against my shoulders.

I tense up when I feel her hands against my shoulder and briefly glance up, catching her gaze; her lips are parted, breathing softly before she's stuttering and stumbling, truly lost for words. I'm already done zipping up her boot when she murmurs a soft thank you.

We eventually fall into a comfortable silence, slowly making our way through the crowd, until Aiyana's speaking up again, How was your day, Judah? Get up too much?

I shrug. Woke up. Showered, got dressed. Napped. Had to pick up an idiot from work, and here I am.

Bloody hell, do you wake up everyday and choose violence?She asks, frowning at my words.

Aiyana glares as I nod, lips pulling up into a smirk. My smirk widens when I watch her shiver, teeth chattering as the cold begins to make her nose and cheeks grow redder.

Always, Aiyana. Always,I say jokingly. Besides, the same idiot has rinsed my pockets for the last two weeks.

And I've thanked you endlessly for that... You're so damn hard to please, oh my God,she huffs out, puffing her cheeks before pursing her lips to release a shallow breath.

I pat her head and wink. Relax, I'm kidding.

She rolls her eyes and looks away, teeth chattering as she says, When is the t-train coming? It's-it's so cold.

I groan, mentally berating her for bringing a thin jacket when the weather was hitting the minuses. Agonisingly, I unzip my puffer and before either one of us can call it, I'm left throwing the thick, heavy jacket over her face.

Aiyana grunts in annoyance, peeling the jacket away slowly, as I watch her features contort into one of confusion. What are you doing?

Beanie pulled over my ears, I shove my hands into the pockets of my sweatpants and gesture towards the jacket. You're cold. Wear it.

But-but you're going to freeze,she gapes, shoving the coat into my chest, shaking her head. I don't want you to-

My fingers grip her wrist, pushing the jacket towards her as I abruptly cut her off, I'm wearing three layers. I'll be fine, Aiyana. Trust me.

Perhaps, the sight of her swamped in my oversized jacket has me forgetting about the cold biting at my skin and eating through my clothes.

Perhaps, it even warms me up a little.