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Rain was pounding against the roof of the barn as you had come to hide there after a heist. It hadn’t gone entirely as planned. Even though you did get most of the treasure smuggled away, guards had spotted you before you could exit the mansion’s grounds.
You were all running to the barn to escape the quickly worsening rain as sky had apparently decided to make the escape even more difficult, but on the other hand, you had managed to lose the guards long ago to the thunder and they would never find you here.
Only that you couldn’t get to the inn like you had planned to, it was too dangerous in the middle of thunder and slippery roads, which meant that you had had to find shelter and you still had your undercover dress on without a chance of changing it to your regular, warmer clothes. You cursed under your breath, shivering from cold and the roaring thunder wasn’t stopping anytime soon, so it dangerously seemed like you’d have to spend the night at the barn.
You just hoped you wouldn’t freeze to death during sleeping. You tried to find something to put over you, even considered burrowing yourself into a pile of hay, but ultimately ended up sleeping at the far corner in hopes the wind wouldn’t get to you so easily. You fell to sleep, but just before you did, you felt how something warm was put over you.
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The first rays of sunlight pierced through the barn’s roof as birds sang, and you slowly opened your eyes. The rain had ended, the air smelled fresh aside from the stench of hay.
“Good morning sunshine.” Jesper’s voice said and you groaned, rolling over to your back before you slowly sat up, a black, long coat dropping off from your shoulders and folding on your lap. You stared at it for a moment, but then smiled at Jesper in gratitude.
But Jesper’s next words were something you weren’t expecting.
“He doesn’t give his coat to anyone, you know?” Jesper grinned at you as he polished his gun. You looked at the coat, then back at Jesper.
“This… this isn’t yours?” you stuttered out and the Zemeni boy let out a short laugh.
“I thought you knew that black is not my style.” he told you and gestured to his coat which was on. “Besides, I don’t carry multiple coats with me on heists.”
Your eyes widened, the realization slowly setting in. Inej didn’t own a coat like this. But you knew that it would be highly unlikely that Kaz would have given you his coat and be cold himself. So you caught a final possible chance. “Oh, did someone steal an extra coat?”
“Oh Saints, you know whose it is. He tried to be sneaky about it, but we all know he likes you.” Jesper groaned and looked towards your carriage, and you followed his gaze, seeing Kaz and Inej preparing the horses so you’d get going again.
Kaz didn’t have his coat on.
“You actually mean to say that Kaz-” you squeaked, looking at Jesper again, who just grinned again as he flipped the gun back to his waist.
“I told you he likes you.”