Not even one hectic, bustling day on a Saturday afternoon at the Los Angeles Union station, could keep Ramiro from holding Melissa’s hand during their engagement photos.  As I guide them on their next scene in a busy cement ramp, billowing train horns, an unforgiving masses of commuters, Ramiro gently pulls her hand over his, caresses it ever so slowly with a warm touch, and never lets go. Melissa, unnoticed, breaks out a smile of her own, as she pulls her hair back, and gazes towards him. Ramiro is already deeply lost in Melissa’s eyes as they peer into each other’s eyes and each other’s soul.