He was driving carefully on the icy roads. He noticed that she got more quiet, the closer they came to the city. 'You really don't like the city' he observed. She was pulled from her thoughts. 'It is not that I dislike it, I just don't particularly care for it. Everything is so rushed, and there is too many people' she explained. 'Ah, so it is the masses of people you don't care for' he said. 'Yes. I don't feel at home. I feel akward, and like I am being judged all the time'. He didn't answer, instead he placed his hand on her knee, giving it a little squeeze.
'So, what did you have in mind?' she asked, placing her hand over his, interlocking their fingers. 'Well, I want to go ice skating, and ten pin bowling. And I also want to take you to dinner and a movie' he said, glancing at her ner
