"I don't understand why we have to wait in line for some coffee that we can have at home."
She shakes her head at how oblivious he is, missing the moral of the story which is standing in line. There's a beauty in it, in waiting for the line to move and getting into fight if someone cut the line. There's beauty in waiting for this coffee that you didn't make but still it'll taste as magic, just because you made the order. There's a beauty in just making the order.
"You're missing the point, Stefan" She smiles. "Just try to enjoy this okay?"
"I'm failing to find anything fun in waiting in line." He argues again.
"Ugh, sometimes I forget that you're just an old man." She titles her head with a teasing smirk. "A grumpy, old man."
"Hmmm." He presses his lips before looking down with a smile. "I've no idea what you're doing with me." He sighs dramatically.
"Eh, I can't help it but be nice." She teases him with such innocence. And she gets a nudge in the elbow in return.
They chuckle lightly before moving another step in line.
Her eyes fall at a couple standing in another line next to them, at their hands precisely. Her eyes examine their fingers, how intertwined they're, how his finger brushes against the back of her hand. How safe it feels.
She looks back at Stefan and he seems to be observing some conversation between two strangers ahead of them. Her eyes then fall to his hand, being out there, and waiting for her to hold it. The voice in her head grows louder and louder, begging her to touch it. To feel his soft, yet firm hand. Feel his skin against hers.
She looks away and tries to think of something else, like that little kid grabbing her mother's hand. It takes her three seconds before looking back at his hand. And he's still busy with that conversation.
She swallows down her self control as she looks away innocently while her hand moves closer to his, not on purpose of course! After few seconds, which feels like a good ten minutes, She feels that her hand is only inch away from his. She looks down to find that her hand didn't move an inch.
She curses in her mind as her other hand goes up to her hair, putting it behind her ear. She licks her lips nervously as she tries again. This time her hand moves two inches.
She rolls her eyes so hard that it could've hurt, leaving an angry but not so loud sigh. She takes a breath and gets ready. This time her eyes look at her hand while she moves two, three, four inches. Her eyes look at him to make sure he is not noticing. And for her relieve he isn't. For some reason his eyebrows are furrowed and there's a light smile on his lips. She thinks it has something to do with that conversation he's observing.
She makes the last move and her hands actually brush against the back of his hand. And just like that, she pulls it away quickly as if she had burnt it. Her neck muscles are clear as she holds her breath, thinking that it'd make her heartbeats little bit calmer. But they keep beating like drums.
She bites her lower lip as she looks away.
In that moment, she feels a hand wrapping around her own. She looks at it in an instant and sees his fingers closing around her hand. She looks up at him and he is looking at the same spot he was looking at for the last minutes. Except that she can see a wide goofy smile on his lips, although he's trying to hide it.
She feels a tingle in her stomach as she looks at their hands. She feels like a little sixteen years old girl whose boyfriend finally held her hand. She bites her lips to hide a smile and her cheeks go red. Just then, he looks at her, Eyes shining and lips pulling into the biggest smile she's ever seen.
"Shut up." She chuckles nervously and he squeezes her hand, pulling her closer to him before she puts her head on his shoulder.
Before moving another step forward.