Once a little more composed, Asher walked to the other side of the car and offered her his hand. His mind flashed back, for he remembered it as clearly as though it has happened only a second ago, to the day they'd met and she'd first she'd offered him her hand, just to help him stand up after having been sat in the snow for a while. He didn't suppose at that moment either of them had imagined that their lives would have taken such strange turns that this was how they lived now; as much as he'd had more fun that day than he'd had for as long as he could remember, and as different as he'd felt towards her compared to other people he'd met, he'd suspected that after that day they'd rarely, if ever, speak to each other again. But, instead, just as he'd grown to become close and comfortable to her as he'd done with nobody but Sam, and just as she'd grown to be able to actually look him in the eye and to trust him, they'd grown to love each other. He wanted to ask her how it had happened, but he didn't suppose that she had any more of an idea than he did, and so he just smiled and squeezed her hand in his before they headed inside. Just changing the subject so that they had something to talk about, he said, "So I guess while we're here you can help pick something out for me like an outfit or just a shirt or something that I can wear on Thursday, just so I can look reasonably attractive for you on your birthday."