I was just sitting at a table after school. Really, that's all. It was quiet. I scratched out a couple of doodles onto a spare piece of paper, losing myself in the quiet. I was jolted back to the real world with a soft pressure on my hand. We'd become friendly after science class that day, but.. I stared at the pale hand resting on mine, then slowly laced my fingers through it, smiling hesitantly. I had never even dreamed something like this could happen, but now it had. And it was even more magical than I had ever hoped. We didn't talk. Just sat there with our hands together, and though its hand was a little cold, it didn't matter in that peaceful moment.