Here you both were, mere centimeters apart in Andie Bells closet. You both had snuck into her house to try and find the burner phone you both assumed she had due to her old drug dealing. Despite the room not having been touched in 5 years due to Andie's death, Becca, her sister, still checked it frequently.

You had your hands up to your mouth. Sal had one of his arms around you and another around your wrist. You both stood close together as Becca entered the room and looked around.