𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓪

After our meal, we walked along the sidewalk. The streetlamps were lit, and the sun was just beginning to set.

The evening cooled, making me shiver. Maverick offered his coat, to which I first declined, but he insisted.

Gently, I pulled on the edges, bringing it closer to my chest. I felt small underneath it, the hem reaching just above my knees.

"That building over there," he started, pointing towards a faded blue building with white columns. "My dad and I, and a few of his brothers built that back when I was sixteen."

He looked at it as memories resurfaced. "I guess that's really when I started to love construction. My dad was a contractor, one of his brothers, a carpenter, another was an engineer. It was pretty much instilled in me."

He looked down at me, a smile crossing his mouth. "You could almost wear that as a dress," a soft laugh escaped his lips.

I looked down at his jacket, a smile tiping the corners of my mouth. I nodded.

"I might ramble on a bit. You'll figure that out eventually, but I'll talk about anything and everything," he smiled, looking at me. "I hope I don't annoy you."

"Oh, no. No, I don't mind it," I responded.

"Good," he laughed. "That's surprising, but good."

I couldn't help but smile along with him.

We walked for some time as he talked about different things or asked me frequent questions. The more I did, the more I realized how right Mini was.

He was good.