You and Molly always had a thing for each other, even if Molly was more focused on getting Dutch Van der Lindes attention, this last week she'd been fed up with Dutch.

"Look, i knoe ye love me!" Molly held your hands delicately, like you were made of thin glass, her hands were soft, almost silky, freckles scattered across her face.

She's seen the way you look at her, and you've seen the way she looks at YOU. All giddy and excited to see each other until someone else brings down the mood.