“I guess I should let you go. I’ll see you when you get here.” “Why are you hanging up?” he questions, sounding sincerely puzzled. I shrug even though he can’t see me. “So you can focus on the road, since you’re driving and looking at your GPS.” “I’m focused. Keep talking to me.” My smile grows. “Is it because you love the sound of my voice?” I joke and rub my hands together to warm them up. Mental note: always carry a jacket. “It’s mesmerising…the sound of your voice.” I stop rubbing my hands. “What colors do you see?” “That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.”
