Nael
I squeeze Maeve's hand and look over at her. She has her feet tugged under herself and is trying to sketch something with her free hand. Her giant backpack takes up all the room beneath her feet. She looks up and smiles at me absentmindedly, giving me a squeeze back. I lace my fingers with hers and turn her hand around.
Focusing back on the road in front of me, I try not to think of the fact that I will spend the next five hours pretending I have to run errands so I can go to lunch with Maeve later. I do have some stuff to do in town, but five hours? So I brought paperwork. Yes, I’m the kind of lunatic that sits uncomfortably in a car for hours just to spend time with his girlfriend. Girlfriend… sounds weird. Like it’s not enough. But I will take it for now.
I will go as slow as Ma
