~Eliana~

We had driven for about twenty minutes to get to the food truck, where they sold a large variety of street food. It was Sunday evening, and we ought to have been preparing to go home. Instead, we had both planned individually to spend more than two days with each other. It showed how much alike we were, since we both had the same thoughts.

Alistair put his hand around my waist as we walked together to the food truck that had the most appetising aroma. I smiled, moving closer to him, enjoying the feel of his hand around my waist and the way some people stared at us,...