They'd never been one to have extended conversations and Matt was just barely able to keep things interesting while they ate. Of course, a few silences were inevitable but he was happy to see that none of them were really awkward.
The Chicago weather was one thing that didn't agree with the southern boy. He absolutely didn't like the cold. He was used to the most humid heat imaginable. Georgia didn't really have seasons. They had hot, hotter and not as hot and, really, he liked it that way.
He had just slipped into his coat when he held the door open for her. Of course, he dreaded seeing her shiver. There was only one thing a southern boy could do when a lady was shivering. Within a second, he'd stripped his coat back off of his body and hung it around her shoulders.
Sure, he was freezing and certainly close to teeth chattering but it was the polite thing to do.
"You and me both," he agreed as he walked her to her side of the truck and opened the door for her. Really, he hoped she didn't take her time getting in. He was ready to get in on his own side and start it up so that his heater could warm them.