Author's Note: I've decided to upload an old oneshot. Please enjoy your healthy dose of PruHun.
The dismissal bell rang and Gilbert rushed out of the classroom. He ran and ran until he stopped at a locker. The young albino leaned against the locker, waiting. His female companion soon appeared in front of him, asking him to move so she can stash some items into her locker. Elizabeta gave him a nod as if signalling that she's ready to go. Gilbert adjusted his wash cap and she tugged at the sleeves of her warm jacket.
The duo walked out of the school building, winter air nipping at their noses. They head towards to their hang out , one of the local doughnut and ice cream shops, where they'd meet up with other friends.
But not today.
Today was just for the two of them. All by themselves.
The doughnut shop was comforting. To be greeted by the aroma of freshly made doughnuts and the kind lady that ran the small place was one of the best feelings they ever felt.
The place never really gets busy and that's why they like it. A person would just stop by to buy the lottery once and awhile, but it only gets busy on the Fridays the teenagers go for a visit.
Once inside, Elizabeta and Gilbert told Pam, the owner, their orders then took seats. Elizabeta munched on the chocolate twist the two were sharing while Gilbert alternated telling her stories about his day and sneaking sips at his coffee. They'd laugh and she'd scold him a lot. Pam often made wisecracks at Gilbert's immaturity.
After they had argued over the last piece of the twist, they walked out of the doughnut shop and back to the cold air.
"That was a well made doughnut," Gilbert declared.
"Boy, I'll say," Elizabeta replied cheerily.
They walked beside each other, hands colliding with each other in every step. Feeling the tips of her slender fingertips against his palm, Gilbert gently took hold of her hand. Elizabeta felt the rough pads of his fingers of strumming the bass to fast and holding the drumsticks to hard. She felt the warmth it gave off and the left over doughnut crumbs on his cotton gloved hand.
As Gilbert began to lightly rock their hands back and forth, she squeezed his hand. This small action caused an eruption of butterflies in the albino's stomach. This small action sent a warm feeling to the brunette's already red cheeks.
Hand in hand, they walked in the cold winter evening.