I peered over at October, noticing his hand resting on the center console, and there was a tiny voice in my head that urged me to reach over and intertwine my fingers with his. Just go for it. What’s the worst that could happen? Do it. Grab his hand. Just as I was about to go for it, he made a sharp right into the parking lot. I wasn’t sure whether I should be grateful for the universe's intervention or upset at the missed opportunity.
