gina being stubborn even though she's freezing to death
“But Rosie, it doesn’t go with the outfit,” Gina protests, frowning at herself in the mirror. She twirls around, trying to find an angle where it looks decent, but she eventually gives up and shrugs off the jacket. “See, it just doesn’t work.”
Exasperated, Rosa leans against the wall, watching Gina. “Fine, you can go without a jacket, but if you end up freezing, I’m not giving you mine.”
“Oh, boo,” Gina tuts, leaning forward to take her hand. “We both know you will.”
—
On second thought, Rosa really shouldn’t have let Gina leave the apartment without a jacket. Standing outside the restaurant, Gina shivers and wraps her arms around herself, seeking warmth desperately. Rosa notices and sighs, ”I told you to bring a jacket.”
“No, I’m not cold,” Gina insists adamantly, her teeth chattering. “This is the perfect temperature. I would stay here forever if I could.”
Rosa watches in amusement. “Sure you would.”
Scowling petulantly, Gina leans as close to the restaurant as she can, trying to reach the warmth of the heaters. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea to come here so early,” she mutters. “And now we have to stand here and wait, in this cold- this perfect weather, waiting for the restaurant to open so we can finally eat. Look! There’s still 5 more minutes!” She shows the time on her phone to Rosa, exaggerating every syllable with unnecessary hand gestures. “Five! More! Minutes! But you’re not cold, and I’m not cold- in fact, I’m perfectly comfortable, so I guess nothing’s wrong.” She finishes and shrugs nonchalantly, turning back to the restaurant.
“Oh my god Gina,” Rosa laughs. “Just admit you’re cold.”
“Fine, I’m cold. Happy now?” Gina turns around to face her girlfriend, whose smile is turning into a smug smirk. “Oh stop it. This isn’t an achievement. Get that smugness off your face right now.”
Rolling her eyes, Rosa shakes her head. “I told you to bring a jacket. You didn’t listen, now you’re cold. And I’m not going to give you mine.”
“Rosie,” Gina huffs. When this doesn’t trigger any reaction from the brunette, she decides to try another method. “Please?” she pouts, looking up at Rosa with a face she knows she just can’t resist.
Melting under her gaze, Rosa reaches for the jacket zipper subconsciously and is about to take it off when she catches herself. “No. No,” she repeats as she blinks back to reality. “I’m not falling for that again.”
“Oh come on,” Gina whines, crossing her arms. “Sure, just leave your girlfriend to freeze to death,” she mutters darkly. Overhearing this, Rosa laughs. “I’m sorry G. I just think this is a lesson you have to learn.”
—
2 hours later they’re sitting on a bench, watching the boats pass by. It’s peaceful and serene, until Gina starts shivering again.
“Gina, how cold are you? I can literally hear your teeth chattering,” Rosa asks, frowning.
Glaring at her, Gina replies, “Well, excuse me. Someone won’t give me their jacket.”
Looking around exasperatedly, Rosa says, “After I told you to bring one for yourself. Many many times.”
“But it didn’t go with the outfit!” she protests weakly.
Turning to face her directly, Rosa says seriously, “Gina. Your health is more important than the way you look.”
Taken aback, Gina gasps. She clutches a hand to her heart dramatically. “What?”
Rosa laughs a little, shaking her head. “Oh my god Gina.” They go back to being silent. Another minute passes with Gina’s occasional chattering and her intense shivering, until Rosa can’t stand to see her girlfriend suffer anymore. She takes off her jacket quickly and drapes it over Gina, who stops shivering immediately, and instead looks at her with a triumphant “I was right” smile.
“Well well well, this is an interesting development.”
“Shut up,” Rosa mutters, but she cracks a smile. “I just didn’t want you to be cold.”
Making a disgusted face, Gina wraps the jacket tighter around her. “Don’t get all sappy on me Diaz.” She gasps. “What happened to you?”
Rolling her eyes, Rosa puts her arm around Gina and pulls her in affectionately. “Well, I guess you were right. I did give you my jacket in the end.”
“Of course I was,” mumbles Gina, burying her face into Rosa’s midriff. “I’m always right. And I hope you learnt something today. You can’t teach Gina Linetti a lesson. She teaches you one.”
“Whatever,” Rosa smiled.
“Love you.”
“Love you too you idiot.”