In the car, it finally came to her. “Wait… Do I even have a schedule today?” she asked him. He chuckled his answer. “Why are you doing this? Can’t you just come to me normally?” He took her hand in his and held on to it without speaking. He was focused on the road. She looked at him, waiting for him to talk. He didn’t say a word and kept on driving. She didn’t pull her hand away. She let him hold it