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... know you can talk to me about it if you want to, Amy.” I was briefly silent without responding. “I could pull up here if you’d like?” We were nearly there, about one minute away from my house and approaching a nearby estate. “…Okay then, yeah,” I said, turning my head back onto the road as I wiped a few tears from my eyes, still trying my best to preserve my makeup. “Okay, I’ll pull in to this car park here.” Ben indicated to the estate and took a left turn off the main road, driving a few yards down and pulling into an almost deserted community car park. Surrounded by tall trees, it covered a lot of ground, stretching out about fifty yards from left to right and front to back. Only six or seven vacant cars were near the houses, away from us. Driving to the far end he parked in a single bay overlooked by an overgrown and looming tree, turning off the engine. The keys jangled in the ignition as we sat in silence for a moment. “Okay, what’s wrong with Amy?” he asked, encouraging me to talk. I sniffled and continued to wipe my eyes. Ben turned his body to face me. “I’d offer you a tissue but this situation never normally occurs! Well, I say normally, I mean ever!” I laughed. “Sorry, I bet you think I’m a complete headcase for breaking down in tears in front of you!” “Don’t be silly, I know for a fact that you’re not a headcase!” I smiled up at him and reached for my bag, taking out a tissue. “Oh! It’s a good job you’ve got your own!” I grinned. The intercom fizzed and clicked ...

... as a voice began to broadcast some information that I didn't understand into the car. Ben reached over and switched it off. “Now, tell me what the matter is...” I began telling Ben about the evening, and my anticipation for it. Over the next half hour, I slowly revealed problems that I had been having in my relationship with Adam. He was incredibly understanding and listened to me intently, so much so that at times I forgot he knew my parents, speaking to him like I would a close friend. It was only as I spoke to him that I realized what a handsome man he was. He had a beautiful jaw line, that he enunciated with a closely trimmed beard and his eyes were dark blue. I hadn't noticed how lovely his eyes were until then. Back then, I would have said he was "fit". The talk slowly came to a close, and my tears had stopped. We had completely lost track of the time. “Oh God, I’ve been prattling on for half an hour now!” I said pointing to the clock. “I’m so sorry!” “No, don’t worry about that!” He waved it off and shrugged. “Anyway, thanks for listening, Ben. Honestly, it means a lot.” “Don’t worry about it, I can’t be having you all upset now can I?” “I suppose not.” I smiled. There was a slight silence. “You know, it’s strange to think I’ve known you so long and now here I am listening to your relationship problems and driving you home, alone; upset! It's weird! I've known you since you were yeigh big!” he raised his hand up straight, giving a vague measurement of height. "Since you ...