You had agreed to go to Carlos’s next race, despite your fear of flying. Now sitting next to him in the plane, you almost regretted your decision.

The turbulence was making you uneasy and stressed. You tried to remind yourself that Carlos does this every week, but it wasn’t helping. Your leg bounced up and down. Carlos seemed to notice, because he turns to look at you and frowns. “You alright?” He asks. You nod quickly and he places his hand on your knee, stopping your leg from shaking.