She pouted when the door was locked and they laughed at her when she struggled to open it. The sound of the car unlocking pissed her off a bit but she quickly calmed down. As long as she what the one in the front seat and next to Jonas, she was fine with it. Though she kind of thought it was unfair to Jonas.<span style="font-style: italic">What, what if Reima likes him and Jonas liked her back?!</span>The thought had made her jealous, she hadnâ€™t known why but it did. It really pissed her off when Jonas whispered in her ear. So when Jonas had started to drive, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the console that separated them.<br/><br/>She slowly and gently tried to slide her hand onto the console. Being successful, her hand moved inch by inch towards Jonasâ€™s hand. She kept her gaze ahead and finally she touched his hand. But she screwed up. She had bumped his hand and he felt it. She looked up at him and panicked. â€œUh, Uh, I-â€ Her face heated up and she drew her hands inwards and quietly whispered above the radio, â€œSorryâ€¦â€ She hadnâ€™t known why she did that, why she reached for his hand. But she knew she wouldnâ€™t try to do it again. Well,<span style="font-style: italic">try</span>not to anyways.