Anxious. All you felt was anxiousness. It was loud, every footstep and chuckle rang in your ears.

You jumped, someone sat next to you. It was him. He looked at you, tilting his head slightly.

Then, he offered his hand… for you to take. He nodded slightly, as if giving you the ‘okay’ to hold onto his hand.

He waited patiently, his hand out for you to take. “Trzymaj to.” he whispered.