Hey, it's been a while since the last time I was here! But it's never too late for one last Harvey & Donna fic, right?

Hope you enjoy this one! It's going to be a double-shot...I think.

Serendipity

Two Gloves and a Scarf

Years ago…

The cold breeze blew against the skin of her face, forcing a blush off her cheeks. Donna placed her hands on the icy cold railing of the bridge. The snow didn't seem to bother her. She was absorbed in the view. Central Park was beautiful during the winter; everything was covered by a veil of snow, making the place look almost magical.

Bow Bridge rose like an archer's bow above the frozen solid lake.

Donna loved it. It was her favorite spot whenever she visited the city; it always managed to take her worries away.

She eyed the girls by her side; they were around her age and admiring the view as well. The most noticeable difference between Donna and them was that they wore the most exquisite designer clothes —paired with high end accessories.

Donna was sixteen years old, but had a good eye when it came to spot designer brands.

Three hundred and fifty dollars, ―she guessed, as Donna had seen their gloves in a display at Bergdorf & Goodman.

Donna shrugged to herself. Her knitted beanie, thrift store coat and second hand boots were good enough to keep her warm and decently dressed. Although someday, she hoped to strut down the streets of Manhattan in fabulous clothes, looking and feeling better than anyone in the world.

She would have the world at her feet.

Donna paused her daydream when her good mood was shattered by a reminder of reality; her father had lost the family's money only a couple of years earlier and they were still struggling. She was struggling. Donna had to leave her beloved piano lessons behind and abandon her dream of pursuing an acting career.

She tried to gulp down the knot in her throat to prevent herself from crying, but it was impossible.

Her dream was taken away from her.

Donna was going to become a secretary instead, because that was what her family could afford. Drawing a deep breath of resignation, she wiped a tear from her cheek.

But hell, she was going to be the best secretary in New York City.

And then maybe, she would use that to become an actress.

xox

His mom was making a fool out of his dad. It had been one indiscretion after another, and Harvey wasn't able to handle it anymore.

He didn't know what do to; his house was a prison of secrets, lies, and shame.

Harvey took a deep breath as he took a walk in the park. He hated walking, but under the circumstances, walking helped. The cold air entered his lungs, turning off the fire of anger and frustration inside him. He wished he could put a stop to his mother's affairs without hurting his father in the process.

His dad didn't deserve it ―hell, no one deserved that shit.

Harvey halted his stroll on top of Bow Bridge.

For a second, the view around him made him forget the bullshit he was going through. The snow had painted it all in silver and white, and the city's skyline stood above the naked trees, under a bright blue sky.

It was stunning.

Two silly uptown girls that stood on one side of the bridge grabbed his attention. Harvey observed the pretty girls of frivolous giggles. He quickly judged by their thoughtless exchange of words, that they were as brainless as plastic dolls.

They were gossiping about the girl by their side; a girl with long, striking red hair.

Harvey watched Red for a moment, there was something familiar about her; something different —it was as if he had met her before. But Harvey knew he hadn't. He noticed how cold she was. Red was absorbed in her thoughts, but constantly pulling the sleeves of her coat, as if trying to keep her hands warm.

He decided to approach her when he saw her ran the back of her hand across her cheek, wiping a tear away.

She was crying.

Harvey went to stand close to her, right by her side, and took his gloves off whilst pretending to enjoy the park's view.

He didn't know what to say, but words came out of his mouth before he could give them a thought.

"Whatever it is, it'll pass." He spoke softly.

Donna's eyes remained fixed on some distant point in front of her.

This boy was talking to her and it felt kinda weird. She was used to guys approaching to her out of the blue, but not with words of wisdom or expressions a 50 year old man would use.

"Is that what you tell to yourself?" She responded without looking at him.

Harvey smiled a bit, focusing his gaze on her. She was beautiful.

"Not really," he shrugged. "I'm a masochist, like you."

Donna finally turned her face to look at him with curiosity. The first thing she noticed were his deep brown eyes, which towered an inch above hers. They were beautiful.

"Here, take these." Harvey handed her his gloves before she could say anything else.

"What?" Confused, Donna tried to get the gesture. "Oh no! Thanks, but I don't need them."

"Yes, you do."

"No, really. Thanks." She shook her head, refusing to accept the gloves.

"But you look cold." Harvey insisted.

"I'm not cold." Donna lied, thinking that she could easily knee him in the balls if the guy was some sort of wacko.

"Come on, your hands are purple!" He tried to reason with her.

"Your nose is going to be purple if you keep pushing!"

Harvey wanted to complain aloud by calling out her name, but he didn't know what her name was.

"Is this how you talk to people who try to help?"

"Help? How do I know you're not a mugger or a pervert?" Deep inside, Donna knew he wasn't either of them. She knew he was genuinely trying to help her, Donna could read him.

"What?" Harvey's jaw dropped. "I'm not a pervert!" Suddenly, he knew he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Come on, you know you need them."

"Your ears are purple," Donna folded her arms across her chest as soon as she noticed his ears were purple because of the weather too.

"Well, unlike you, I don't have a beanie." Harvey tilted his head to a side, examining her cap. "A beanie with a pom-pom."

"Don't mess with my beanie."

After a second, Donna broke into a smile and Harvey did the same, acknowledging how their exchange had turned into a silly banter.

"Alright," she moved closer to him. "I'll take your gloves, if you take my scarf to cover your ears." Donna removed the scarf from her neck. "I've got plenty at home."

"Deal." Harvey accepted, knowing that her long waves of red hair would protect her from the cold.

They exchanged the accessories. He wrapped her scarf around his neck, she put his gloves on, and like Cinderella at midnight, the watch around her wrist reminded her that it was time to leave.

"I have to go," she tilted her head to a side. "Thanks, stranger."

Donna smiled soflty before she turned around to walk away.

"Hey, wait." Harvey followed her a few steps. "What's your name?"

She stopped in her tracks. Donna lifted an eyebrow, as if pondering something before responding, and turned around.

"You'll find out," she gave him a smile that bubbled up from the heart. "Happy Holidays!"

Harvey was delighted.

He saw her walk away on the crunchy snow. The orangey color of her hair stood out above anything else.

"Happy Holidays," he fixed the scarf around his neck. It felt warm and had the sweetest perfume, just like the feeling she left around him. She made him feel better.

Hopefully, he'd see her again.

Who would have thought she'd become his secretary, best friend, moral compass, whipped cream lover...and let's see if they ever find out about this in the next update.

Thanks for reading! xo