(Carlos)
It had been hours since Amara and I had left my Abuela house and we just managed to make it to the city but the roads were covered in snow so I had to pull over. Looking to my right I noticed Amara was fast asleep with her head resting on the window by her seat
"Amara" I said softly as I watched her sleep and noticed a strand of hair had gotten on her face. I quickly brushed it off before looking at her. I was admiring her face while my face was unknowingly caressing her face She looked just as beautiful as I remembered her to be but her eyes when she talked about her uncle was filled with so much pain
