“How long did you say this’ll take?” Emily asked as she slipped her fingers into Fletcher’s hand as commuters bumped into them on the platform.
He glanced at their hands now intertwined, then quickly focused down the train tracks to hide any reaction. He thought that if she could make a move to show affection and be so nonchalant about it, he didn’t want to ruin the moment by reacting surprised—just business as usual, like they’ve always held hands in public. Fact was, they’ve never held hands yet period, and Fletcher was unsure if it was a gesture of comfort for their upcoming trip or a signal of intimacy. He adjusted his rucksack over his shoulder that carried his toiletries and a change of clothes.
“Earth to Fletcher.”
“Huh?” He snapped from his trance. “Sorry.” He realized he could
