Prompt: every saturday, they meet at a café.
She's always the first to arrive. By now, the cafe owner knows to keep the corner table free and she settles into it. She flips through the menu although she knows she will order the iced latte. Merlin slides in beside her. They share a brief kiss and he waves the waiter over. Arthur will be late, as usual so they place their orders first. The conversation starts, as it always does, with updates of the things happening in their lives. Gwen tells Merlin of the first step her daughter takes. Merlin regales to her what happened during the late shift at the hospital. It's pleasing but it's also mere chatter. Arthur turns up eventually, this time with a red tie. He always wears something red. He nods at Merlin before sitting down. Then, as always, he takes her hand and presses a kiss in her palm. It's the only touch they share. The drinks arrive and for a while, they sit in silence. Today, it is her who speaks first, mentioning a picnic shared in the forests that line Camelot. She's been thinking of it the whole week. Together they piece the memory back, each of them contributing a moment or two. Merlin dutifully scribbles it down on a battered notebook. One day, their stories will be complete and they'll finally remember it all, when they were Kings and Queens and lovers of a distant age. Merlin's mobile shatters the bubble they build in the cafe. Their time is up and reluctantly they take their leave. They have lives here to lead as well.
AN: Thank you for the comments! Also, you can probably tell that this snippet was the inspiration for a certain unfinished fic.