Haruka ran through the crowd and pushed her way to the platform. She looked around until she spotted Michiru standing by the wall. Michiru looked as beautiful as always, in her new heels and dress that hugged her figure perfectly. Haruka walked over to her in a few long strides.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I hope you didn't have to wait for too long," she said and smiled at Michiru.
"It's all right," Michiru replied, and the two of them started to walk away from the platform. They walked in silence, their hands brushing against each other.
They walked out of the train station. Once they had crossed the road, Haruka felt Michiru's hand sneaking into hers. She turned her head to look at Michiru who just smiled up at her. They kept walking and Haruka stroked Michiru's hand with her thumb. They had held hands before, but not like this; not while walking out on busy streets of the city.
When they walked past the park, Haruka saw a middle-aged couple staring at her and Michiru. The couple glanced at Haruka and Michiru's hands and looked at them disapprovingly. Michiru didn't seem to mind it, but Haruka hated the way the woman seemed to be judging her from head to toes. Did these people really have nothing better to do? Michiru shot a cold look at the couple as they walked past them and squeezed Haruka's hand harder. Haruka squeezed back. She wanted to keep holding Michiru's hand forever, no matter what.
They didn't let go until they got home.