Dina drove as you and her went back to her place from the coffee shop. It was quite late, so it was a wonder it was open.

As you two talked, the topics of conversation stayed light, though her arm brushed by yours. She was always one to talk with her hands.

Dina didn’t mind it and simply moved her arm back a bit. The small… “Oh, sorry.” she muttered went over your head.

That one small touch from her made everything you felt clearer to you.