A soft ‘humpf’ of a noise left ZJ when he said to wear something light, though not loose. She mentally did a run through of her closet and wasn’t entirely sure she had a jacket that fit that description. With a shake of her head, she motioned towards the front door. “Let’s get going, I don’t think I have anything that fits that description. You’ll just have to keep me warm, I’m allergic to warming charms. You’ll have to do it the old fashioned muggle way.” To accompany those words was a playful eyebrow wiggle and a smirk, before she let her hand find his.
“I’m ready when you are.” Her hand even gave his, a little squeeze as she said it. It was the first time she had really touched him, that she could remember. It caused her hazel eyes watch his lips, wanting so badly to close the space between them and kiss him. Subconsciously she took a half step forward, stepping closer to him. She still wanted to win, she wanted him to kiss her first. She knew the attraction was there, she could feel the electricity between them like it was a real, tangible, thing. Yet, she still wanted him to make the first move. She was determined now.