"And that's the last of it!" I exclaimed with a sigh of relief. I'd been trying to fit my clothes into a tiny little suitcase for the past thirty minutes and I'd only just managed to succeed. This moment was a painful reminder of how much I was lacking in the athletic field. It was decent exercise, I thought. 

My train wouldn't depart for another four hours. I was left spending my leisure time reading a book. I couldn't seem to get across the prologue so I gave up and tossed the book away. I spent the next two hours playing video games. I spent the following ten minutes trying to place a Kirby sticker perfectly on the centre of my phone-case. I was ecstatic when I finally managed to do so. 

It was then that I heard a knock at the door. I grabbed my suitcase and rushed over to the front door, pulling it open. 

"Hey," I grinned, rubbing my neck awkwardly. 

"Hey to you too," Warren responded, taking my suitcase from me. I'd informed him that morning that I'd be leaving for home. He asked me how I was going to get to the train station. I told him I was going to take a cab. He insisted that I let him drive me there instead. I couldn't refuse. Partly because I was unwilling to spend money on another cab ride and partly because I wanted to see him. 

I locked the door and stuffed the keys in my pocket as he dragged my suitcase over to his car and placed it in the back. I jogged over to him and reached my hand out to pull the door to the passenger side open, but he moved over in front of me and pulled the door open for me instead. I gave him a suspicious look, "Are you trying to woo me?"

"Depends," he teased. "Did it work?"

"I choose to plead the fifth."

He let out a quiet laugh before shutting the door and getting into the driver's seat. I couldn't seem to look away as he pulled the seatbelt over his body and locked it in place. He was so graceful with his movements. I was both envious and captivated. He looked at me when he noticed me staring, "Seatbelt."

"Huh?"

"Wow, I really did woo you, huh?" he joked before leaning closer. My breath hitched in my throat as his face neared mine. He gave me a confused look. "Relax," he whispered before dragging the seatbelt over my chest. I looked out the window, embarrassed. For a moment, I'd thought.. that he was going to do something else. I found myself feeling guilty and ashamed for thinking this. 

He muttered a curse word under his breath. "What's wrong?" I questioned, looking down at the belt. "The buckle is jammed," he grunted, smacking it in an attempt to get it to go back to normal. "No use," he sighed after the hundredth attempt. "Can you hold the belt in place here with your hand?" he questioned, taking my hand in his and placing it on the belt, "Right here."

I swallowed nervously. The feeling of his hand against mine sent sparks of electricity dancing down my skin from the point of contact to every other part of my body. 

"You okay?" he asked, concerned. "I didn't make you uncomfortable, did I?"

"No, no," I stuttered. "I can hold it here, don't worry."

"Alright," he nodded, leaning back in his seat. "If your hand starts hurting though, you can move to the back seat if you'd like."

I shook my head, "I'm good here."

"Okay then," he breathed. "You ready to go?" After I gave him the signal to go ahead and drive, which was merely a nod, he pulled the car out of its resting spot and looked around cautiously before moving onto the road. I found every single thing he did fascinating. Every single movement of his captivated me and piqued my interest. 

Even on the road with his eyes focused ahead and one of his hands on the steering wheel and the other on the gearshift, the sparks underneath my skin in the spot he'd touched never died down.