No one understood you as well as Rafael did. Of course, because you two were childhood best friends, you had been with each other long enough to know what the other needed without having to say it out loud.

Other drivers were often perplexed by how you two communicated. They were impressed with how Rafael could understand you so effortlessly. They wondered how he knew you needed the water bottle just by seeing you raise your hand.

"Can you pass me 'that', Oliver?" you asked, as Oliver turned his head around, raising an eyebrow, not sure what 'that' referred to.

"That one, Oliver. The one in front of you!" Oliver looked down at the table. There was a water bottle, a pen, and a phone whose owner was uncertain. Perhaps it was the phone?

As Oliver reached for the phone, Rafael quietly picked up the pen and handed it to you. "Here you are, to complete your notes."

Oliver's eyes widened when you took the pen, nodding in satisfaction. "How do you know what they need? You can read their mind?!"

Rafael chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know either. I just... simply know what they want."