My eyes lower to his hand resting on his thigh, and I admire how strong and sure his fingers look.
I want to hold his hand but don't have the courage.
As if Luca can read my thoughts, his hand finds mine, and
he interlinks our fingers.
I can't keep a smile from spreading over my face and try to focus my attention on the movie again.
If things remain like this, I can actually start to believe there's hope that Luca might love me one day.