The back seat rattled as the car drove away from the chalky side walk in front of the couple's apartment. Camus gazed out the window next to him, hearing the sounds of (Y/n) hungerly crunching down on a granola bar. He sighed softly, still a little tired from getting up so early.
(Y/n) looked over at him and smiled, crumbling up the bar wrapper in her lap.
"Here, can you hold this?" She asked. He sighed again and held out his hand to her without turning his head.
His eyes widened in surprise when he felt a set of fingers intertwine with his.
"Thank you, my hand was getting heavy." She laughed before putting her head on his shoulder. He glanced at their joined hands and snickers, his face turning a light tint of red, "Such peasent games.."
