DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of "That 70's show". They're not my property.

Sitting on the trunk of his car, Eric juggled the keys with his fingers. He then saw a tall figure coming towards him. "You went shopping at 10 in the morning?" he asked when seeing the giant red plastic bag she was carrying with the name Lola written on it, apparently some new boutique that had opened recently. Women!

She laughed. "Like it's my first time," and approached him close enough to give him a welcoming hug. "When did you get here?"

"An hour ago."

"So you sat here by yourself? All alone?" she spoke in an irritating baby voice and beeped his nose; this action seemed to often appear from her side.

"You're never gonna stop, are you," he quickly remove her hand and shook his head with a chuckle.

"You tempt me each time, what can I say," she shrugged.

"Donna, Donna. No, I didn't wait long. I actually had to sit through an entire half an hour of my dad's speech about the future, blah blah."

She chuckled. "Poor Eric. Are we gonna go inside?"

"Ah no. I think we could use some time away from here," he replied and took her by the arm.

"Wait, wait!" she rooted herself on the ground, disabling him from pulling her further. When he stopped she raised her bag and said: "I need to put this in the house, I don't wanna drag it around with me," and rushed toward her old home. Five minutes later she returned.

"So did Sebastian throw that party for you last night?" she asked him as they were walking by the shops.

"He bailed out at the last minute. Turns out Kristy was pissed off at him for the night before when he stood her up."

"Kristy? What happened with Alisha?"

"Yeah, well he continues with his tradition of changing his girlfriends more often than his socks."

"Ah, I see."

"Something like Hyde."

"Yeah, those two would get along quite well I think. You should've brought him over."

"No, don't think he would like it here. It's too... quiet for him."

Donna only shook her head in response and glanced at the shoe shop which they were passing. It said 'summer discount' on a giant yellow sticker with red letters placed in the middle of the window. She would go inside some other time, despite the appeal of the moment.

"Hungry?" Eric asked her when they stopped in front of a pizza restaurant.

"Yeah, I was so caught up in the momentary shopping craze that I missed breakfast." She touched her stomach which only made a loud growling sound to confirm the need for food. "I think I might even order a double pizza."

"Yup. You do eat like a pig sometimes, Donna," and with this he received a sharp look. "What?" he laughed. "You do! Which is... good, it's healthy," he nodded and pointed at her. It wasn't a good sign whenever she would give him that look. "You're a healthy girl," he told her.

Donna smirked and pulled him by the arm inside the restaurant. "Let's just go!"

After the two young people found a good table close to the blue wall, they sat down. The restaurant was quite simple with seven round tables placed, on a good distance for there to be enough walking space, with deep red sheets with yellow lines and white metallic chairs. The walls were all painted with a blue color which had framed posters of more and less famous movies, mostly from the forties and fifties. There were only two other customers in the restaurant, sitting at a table in the middle, having coffee; two women, colleagues from work perhaps. They spoke quietly, enjoying the morning and the absence of the frequent crowd of people that had the habit of appearing here usually after four in the afternoon.

"I would say the same about your eating habits if you weren't so damn skinny!" She laughed and placed her right hand on the laminated yellow menu.

"Maybe I should start with some exercise? You know, get these muscles to be more noticeable." He made a strong fist and lifted his gray sleeve to show what appeared to be a measly bump on his arm.

This only provoked more laughter from his girlfriend. "And let me guess," she said while trying to catch her breath at the same time, "you are planning on competing for Mister Universe after that?" She pointed with her index finger and thumb towards him.

Sitting there, looking at her with a serious face but one where beneath it was waiting a right moment for a laugh; the way his head was slightly moving it reminded her of those bobble head dolls. This set in another amount of laughter inside the redhead.

"One day I will have my revenge," he said with a nod.

"Yeah, like when?" the grin was still there.

"I don't know but someday." Eric picked up the menu and began reading it.

After their orders were placed on the table, Eric took a sip of his drink and asked: "So I thought tonight we should go to that new place Hyde told me about. Ah, what was the name..." he looked up while trying to remember. "The Swinging Tree, I think it was called or something." He waved with his fork in front of him while explaining.

"The what?" She chuckled.

"Yeah I know, they couldn't have thought of a cornier name but he says it's a good nightclub so..."

"Hyde said that?" she lifted an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Can't believe how many new places have opened up. Man, is this town changing..." he said, taking a bite of his pizza.

"Aha... but you know, I'm kind of tired of those nightclubs. I wanna go somewhere else," she told him.

Eric looked at her. "Don't you wanna at least see what it's like?"

"No, not that curious." Donna showed her disinterest.

"Huh," he shrugged. "If that's what you want. But it might be a good place." It was appearing obvious by his tone that he had wanted to go.

She sighed. "Eric, I've been to thousands of them, they're all pretty much the same to me by now." Taking a sip of her drink she then continued slicing her pizza.

He smirked. "Funny, Hyde told me you would hesitate about it," he pointed with his fork towards her.

She stopped chewing. "He did," Donna spoke with the food in her mouth while trying to sound unimpressed.

"Yep. He said you might prefer a nice tea party in the garden on a Sunday night." There he went with that head shaking again.

Donna would have laughed if only Hyde's sentence didn't pull out an annoying sigh out of her. "That's so like him," she then swallowed the food and picked up another piece.

"He might be right," Eric smiled and felt a scrunched napkin hitting him on the face. "Hey, I was joking!"

"You better. I'm tired of the same places. Not that I don't like them anymore or anything but I want to go somewhere else."

"Ok, ok we'll do what you want, dear," he said in a puny voice and waited for her reaction.

"Than-..." she gave him a killer look with laughter behind it when she heard that. "Alright. Stop that." Donna pointed at him.

"Whatever you say, dear."

"Eric!" She leaned forward.

"Sorry." He chuckled.

"God... you make me sound like I'm the dominant female in this relationship." She took in another bite.

"Unfortunately."

"What's that?"

"Well, it's like this: I'm a man, ok?"

Donna rolled her eyes and shook her head while giving a fleeting grin.

"There, that's what I'm saying. And because I'm a man, I should be the dominant one in this relationship. And although it makes it so hard for me to admit and this'll hurt my ego like hell..." he scrunched his face and started whining, "You make it difficult for me, Donna. Why do you make it so difficult?"

Another grin came across her as she watched him. "Well someone's gotta be the boss," she told him.

"Yeah, me," he pointed towards himself.

"No." She shook her head while her lips remained in the formed circle.

"Because it's been like this for years and it's so damn hard," he began with the whining again but you could tell he would burst into laughter any second.

"Alright, if I'm doing that... which I'm not..."

"You are," he interrupted her.

"Wha-? No. I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm not!" she hissed and smiled. "If I am, I'm sorry, I'll try not to be."

"Um... ok, thanks," he nodded and kissed her cheek. Eric continued looking at her; so many years... people really do change. Unfortunately the change is not always in the desired direction. However he liked the lightness of this entire situation; he even saw, for the tenth time how good it felt to tease your partner the way she loved to tease him... it was all fun, all good, nothing cruel. A smile appeared on his lips. He felt satisfied to have spent so many years with her.