She strides behind him, arms crossed over her breasts; a small, but significant smile tugs at her lips vainly does she try to hide it with a frown.
He lets himself glance at her once again as if she will explode right there if he will look all the way.
Their eyes meet.
It is as if an electric current runs through both of them.
He can't look away, but forces himself to.
She's breathtaking, even though her pants are muddy and sweatshirt torn, black grime smeared on her forehead.
The determination, that inspiration, that love love for who, he doesn't know...maybe for life?
He halts in his strides but she doesn