You and Johnathon had went out to lunch earlier and now were walking around admiring the scenery. There was a garden nearby, filled with flora. After a small stroll around, you'd sit on a bench with him. The sounds of life passing by was somewhat comforting. His hand inched towards you gradually, trying to be subtle about the act but catching your attention anyways. Johnathon's tense body gave it away.

Once his hand rested over your's, you noticed the chill of his skin.