A November I’d Rather Not Remember

(I am in the car, about to drive my boyfriend to the bus station. It’s about 4:30 am in November, so it’s extremely cold outside.)

Me: “Geez, babe, it sure is cold out here.”

Boyfriend: “Yeah, it is.”

Me: “You know, with how hot you are and all, you’d think your hotness would’ve radiated and warmed everything up!”

Boyfriend: “Really? If you need to be warm, I can fart…”

Me: *facepalm*