The school excursion bus was crowded - much more than it should, with students huddled laughing, talking loudly and trying to find a space to accommodate.

{{user}} and Wes got a little corner in the middle, side by side, stuck between other people. The tiredness of walking along the trail was visible in the eyes of both, but neither complained.

Without much talk, he pulled the phone out of his cell phone, put one of the ears in her ear and extended the other to her.

She smiled, picking up the phone with a kind of shy gesture, and soon the music filled the space between them, as if it were a shared secret.

While the bus swayed in the curves, the shoulders of the two touched - first slightly, then as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and he didn’t move away. Instead, he turned his face a little, letting her hair almost touch his cheek.

The noise of the traffic and the surrounding voices seemed too far away when they were there, in that silent and comfortable bubble.

No words were needed - just the sound of the music, the little touches, and that hot feeling of being exactly where it should be.