The day had gone off smoothly.
A warm yellow sun glowing in the mid-afternoon; a chilly breeze whispering through the crowded streets and bustling sidewalks.
Groups hurried by; every single person decked out in clothes for the supposed sweater weather.
"I can see why everyone is dressed so snug," said a redhead, stirring her cocoa while watching the people pass by with the man across from her.
"Yeah….. I mean, it isn't zhat chilly, right?"
The man across from her had spoken; breaking his bout of silence and habit of taking small sips from his coffee.
"Gru… It's cold. You're wearing a scarf and a sweater!"
The redhead turned to her partner, and her interest in the crowds had suddenly disappeared.
Gru scoffed.
"You're the one to talk. I'm not zhe one wearing a sleeveless dress."
The woman chuckled a bit; forcing back a retort of how the chills up her spine and goose-bumps on her skin was proof enough.
"Ok. Fine. You win. I may have left my jacket at the drycleaners."
Gru let out a laugh.
"The great Lucy Wilde, defeated! Yay!"
He threw his arms up in the air, causing the redhead's chuckles to turn into laughs of her own.
"But it's still cold," she said, still giggling.
Lucy looked out over the Café gate, and smile as she saw the long pathway of the nearby park.
"How about we go for a walk?"
Gru's eyes lit up, for he was suddenly interested in spending more time with her.
"Zhat sounds wonderful."
Getting up, the pair walked out of the Café, dropping their now empty cups in a nearby trash can.
Gru held back the urge to hum happily, but focused on the sharp rhythm of Lucy's heels on the sidewalk.
Click, click, click…
They soon reached the park, walking through it in silence.
Clouds rolled overhead, thunder drumming steadily in the distance.
It took a while for Gru to notice the beautiful woman beside him was shivering quite violently.
"Are you cold?," he asked, chuckling when she shook her head.
"I won't let you get sick," he said, untying his scarf and shrugging off his jacket.
His arm came around her, slipping the jacket on.
He tied the scarf around her neck as well, and a small smile trailed up her lips as her shivering stopped/
"Thank you Gru," she said, and the two kept walking on.
Gru bit his lip, now realizing it was much more cold than he thought.
But when he looked over to see Lucy's eyes closed in contentment, he smiled.
After another long bout of silence, he felt her soft, cold hand slip into his, and he sighed.
As long as she's warm, I'm fine, he thought, still walking with her, a smile still displayed on his face.
So let the storm rage on…