"Denzel, can we walk home?"
"You want to walk home? Why?" Denzel asked her as he tried to retrieve his already stretched arm, turning to take a look at Carrie.
"Nothing much, I just need to clear my mind," She said, still holding his arm.
"Okay, if you want that," Denzel pulled her closer to himself, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, using his palm to caress her dark, long hair.
For a while, everywhere was completely silent as they walked. Denzel wanted to strike up a conversation, but, he didn't just know how he was going to commence.
"Denzel..." Carrie broke the awkward silence, she could hear the relieving sigh Denzel let out of his mouth. For a quick moment, he smiled at Carrie. But, the smile on his face only lasted for a short while. His thoughts switched, he was bothered about what Carrie might have wanted to say to him, hoping she said nothing to blame him about the present situation.
