Maureen fidgeted in her seat as the taxi whizzed in and out of New York traffic. Ed has been silent for the entire car ride so far, and it was making Maureen nervous. Furthermore he has been staring at her in a most unnerving manner. She cautiously snuck a peek in his direction and upon seeing him observing her, quickly averted her eyes.
Ed had a hard time holding back his chuckle at her action and thus an odd sound came out of his mouth. Maureen looked up again in confusion.
"Sorry," Ed apologized. "I had something in my throat."
Maureen nodded slowly, having no idea what to say while trying to unsuccessfully settle the butterflies in her stomach. She self-consciously raised her hands to fix her hair but Ed grabbed her wrist.
"Don't," he instructed. "Your hair looks perfect."
Maureen was blushing furiously as she stared at his face. His piercing blue eyes seem to be consuming her very soul, and she suddenly felt very exposed. She lowered her gaze to stare at his hand still holding her wrist. He didn't seem to have any intention of letting go so she raised her head to tell him.
However the look that he was giving her prevented any words from escaping her mouth. She became lost in his eyes and felt herself holding her breath as he leaned closer towards her. His face was so close that she could feel his warm breath and without realizing, she closed her eyes anticipating his touch.
"We're here!" the taxi driver announced cheerfully as he swung into a parking space.
Ed silently cursed the driver as he pulled away from Maureen and opened his door. He rushed to the other side and opened the door for Maureen who was still looking a little dazed. Quickly paying the taxi driver, Ed took Maureen's hand and led her to the entrance.
"Let's get the show on the road!" he said brightly.