He was smiling, nervous. Chance opened his mouth to talk, but remembered that Amy couldn't hear, and in the closet she couldn't see him either. Instead he reached out and found one of her hands, and squeezed it lightly to show that he'd heard, that he was grateful.

Before he knew it, he was brushing his fingers across the skin of her hand, just enjoying that he was touching her. It didn't even matter what happened next, he only hoped Amy would want to talk to him after the seven minutes were over.