Sophie's hand in Sam's pocket felt like it was glued there, unable to pull away.
Actually... she was just savoring the warmth, wasn't she? After all, it was winter... that was understandable, right?
With a slightly flushed face, Sophie found herself amused by her own thoughts.
"Pfft..."
She couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Sam, walking beside her, turned his head curiously. "What's so funny? Is there a hole in my pocket?"
Sophie quickly shook her head. "Nothing... just remembered something funny."
"Let's head that way," Sam said, guiding Sophie towards the brightly lit street.
"So few people," Sophie remarked.
She wanted to say more, like how the streets felt oddly desolate with so few people around, but maybe it was because her hand was in Sam's pocket, or maybe it was because they were so close, that she could only manage those few words.
