The only sound was the hum of the wheels on the asphalt and the whirr of the heater fans. Fortunately, they'd already come most of the way to Amber's place before taking the detour to the festival. It wasn't far, and it wasn't actually Hallowe'en yet, so Foreman didn't have to worry about traffic from idiots coming home from costume parties, or that candy-hunting kids might dart out in front of his car. As the heaters warmed the seats and blew over Foreman's face, he felt himself unclenching somewhat. Part of it had only been cold, and that was easy enough to solve.

The rest wasn't as easy, but Amber's offer of her hand across the gulf separating their seats meant more than Foreman wanted to think about. He closed the last space between them and clasped Amber's hand in his, running his thumb across her knuckles, feeling the softness of her skin. Now that the heaters were working, his fingertips were tingling, as he got heat back to his extremities. Amber's hand felt good in his. His palm was broader than hers, his fingers blunter, and he could envelop her hand in his. She fit.

The ride wasn't long. Foreman pulled up in front of Amber's building, only letting go of her hand when he had to shift the car into park. He got out and collected his things from the backseat, to give Amber time to unlock the door and let them in.