He felt silent and she placed her hand over his. It had been sitting limply on the gear shift and she didn’t know what to say to help him. She had a wonderful childhood and couldn’t relate to the pressure he had on his shoulders from such a young age. With a flick of his wrist, he turned his palm over and captured her hand. The butterflies were back, and his eyes bore into hers. She had opened her mouth to say something, anything. She didn’t know and when a loud crash came from within the building their hands wrenched apart.