The gentle bump of the tram stopping was the only thing that distracted Zeke enough to get off his chair. He took Viola's hand again, only to stop himself from getting lost, but she said it was OK. He liked being close to her anyway. Why that was so was a mystery, but he did. Maybe it was the way her violin kept playing a gentle exploring tune, like they were in a TV show together. Maybe it was the way she seemed to get him, almost like they'd been friends for years. He followed the crowd of older students, keeping close to Viola with her hand... He looked up at her face and checked it was her hand he was holding. It had happened before that he'd taken the wrong person's hand by accident.

Her blue eyes were the right colour, and he smiled at her again. It was lucky she had such distinctive eyes, like the colour of blue tropical seas in summer. When the crowd thinned, the older students somehow all knowing where they planned to go, Zeke looked away from Viola and looked around at the town. His expression went from a gentle smile to a round-eyed wonder. People thought that grey was drab and boring, but the streets beneath the buildings were a hundred different shades, each cobble a different shape and with different shadows. He wanted to take a photo, but that would mean letting go of Viola's hand, and that meant she might get lost...

"Stay with me, ok?" He asked her, as he reluctantly took his hand back and focused on the cobblestone street with the camera. All the people made it difficult to get a clear shot of the street, but he managed to find a gap anyway. He wanted to draw it now, but he had to stay with Viola. He turned around, and had a moment of panic before he identified her clothes and hair. He took her hand again quickly. "Where are we going to go?" he asked her, when she turned around and he could see her pretty eyes again. "There's ice cream somewhere, I think." He had to take a photo of her, he suddenly thought. But here, in front of the station, seemed like it wouldn't fit.