the progress project [3]

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fiona

the day has arrived.

christian drives, both hands on the wheel even though she desperately wants to take one in hers. instead, she plays with her untamed and curly hair, staring out of the window at the snow.

"it's okay."

she looks over at the blonde man. he reads her mind and laces her fingers with his. nervousness is still planted inside of her, but at least she isn't alone.

christian squeezes her hand.