He looked at her through his rear view mirror

Her eyes met his for a second

Then looked away in denial.

He knew she knew.

Those eyes told him she knew.

She looked away.

He smiled.

He decided to focus on the road.

(Not for himself or for her, but for the other two he wished weren't there)

He wanted her in the front seat.

He wanted to casually hold her hand in his.

He wanted that awkward silence, accompanied with awkward smiles.

He wanted to feel the comfort that this awkwardness brought with it.

He wanted to feel that inexplicable excitement that this awkwardness brought with it.

With these thoughts flooding his head,

he couldn't help but look again.

He looked at her through his rear view mirror.

Her eyes met his.
This time they stayed.

They gazed back.

An awkward smile gradually lit up her face.

His inexplicable excitement bubbled through his awkward smile.