"Actually, can I have a full examination please? It helps me feel less worried and more happy." Scarletta said, and leaned on him. She knew that he'd say yes, he always did, but she wanted to ask properly. The car buzzed beneath her and she held his hand, waiting for the cars in front of them to move ahead.
She kept tapping out the rhythm on her leg with her spare hand, trying to think of good lyrics to go along with the song that she was forming. She could hear the piano notes in the back of her mind and she locked them away to write down properly once they got back home and she could sit at her piano.