“Fine,” I mutter in defeat.
He stands up and brushes the snow off himself and shakes his head, flinging snow everywhere, then takes his sunglasses off to wipe the snowflakes off them. “Let’s go.”
I squint up at him, thinking I might be hallucinating. He’s wearing black kohl eyeliner under his incredibly emerald green eyes. Seriously, eyeliner?
“Excuse me... Are you wearing eyeliner?”
He rolls his eyes and shrugs. “Never mind that. Let’s just go already.” He puts his sunglasses back on.
I can’t let it go. “Are you some kind of cross-dresser or something?”
“Fuck to the no.”
“Then why are you wearing eyeliner?” And wearing it very well, I might add. I can never create the smoky, perfectly smudged look that he’s got going on.
“It’s part of my persona. Can we talk about this shit later? We’re in the middle of a fuckin’ blizzard. Not exactly the time to be talkin’ about makeup.”
I suppose it’s part of his weird Goth look, which I’ve only really seen on TV in music videos and vampire movies. Maybe he’s a Twilight fan? Good lord, I hope not.
He holds out his hand to help me out of the car, a polite gesture that doesn’t quite match the rest of him.
“I can’t walk in the snow,” I say meekly.
“Huh? Why not?”
“Because I’m wearing heels.”
“Heels? Who the hell wears heels in weather like this?” He throws his hands up in exasperation. “Fuck my life!” he screams up into the snow-filled sky.
“It wasn’t snowing this bad when I left, okay? Yeesh. What the hell do you know about fashion anyway?” I nod my head at his ensemble of faded ripped jeans and work boots, which in reality is much better than the business pant suit and high heels I’m currently wearing.
“I’m going to have to effin’ carry you to my truck then.”
“Carry me? No way. You are not touching me.” I cross my arms. I know I must look like a pouting child, but I don’t really care.
He sighs, reaches into the car and before I can even protest, he has me scooped up effortlessly into his arms.