You’re in the car with the guy you like and he talks and you smile. He’s fun and entertaining and then that awkward pause comes and you’re still thinking if you should go on with the conversation or say what’s on your mind for some time now. And at the same time you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like you robbed a liquor store or pushed a granny down the stairs if you’re going to say it.
You’re in the car with the guy you like and you’re trying not to tell him what you’re thinking when he reaches over and he touches you. He saved the moment but didn’t saved you from your own thoughts.