She looked into his eyes. Sincerity and longingness is what she saw. His tears are threatening to fall. She adjusted her position to face him and to prevent her from stumbling down on his feet, then run her thumb on his face to caress it. He noticed he grew some stubbles on his chin. 

"He's been very affected. He, too, isn't taking this very well."  She thought. She was about to kiss him, but she was taken aback by the thought that they were standing in the middle of the street, in public, very much exposed to the people. Instead, she aimed for his ear to whisper.

"I'd like to talk somewhere private." His hold on her arm softened as he released her arm. His touch was enough to make her feel safe and alive.