After Zhane heard Hera's melodious voice, he instinctively reached out to her. Zhane caught Hera's wrist and pulled her to his chest. Hera would feel Zhane's chest rising and falling rhythmically, although she felt bad disrupting his good rest but, they are in the way of the other cars and might cause some dissatisfaction with other customers of the Pavilion.
She tried once more, her voice gentle. "Zhane, wake up." But her soft tone only seemed to lull him further into sleep, like a soothing lullaby. With no other choice, Hera decided on a more drastic approach. Glancing down from her awkward position—Zhane's arms wrapped snugly around her waist and back—she reached out and pinched his well-defined nose.
