Hands slowly, awkwardly reached out. The girl's hands were soft, gentle, almost frail in comparison to the boy's; his were rough, warm, ready to protect.
Their hands had met like this before, it wasn't unusual for the two to find themselves holding hands. But their relationship had changed, making this action now foreign to each. There was a different meaning behind such an action.
Colette had asked, "Is it okay for us to still do this?"
"I don't see why not," Lloyd responded with a shrug.
Pink tinted each of their cheeks, still young and innocent.
