24 days until christmas

December the first.

There she stands, waiting for her bus. The cold wind blows her hair in her face. Her cheeks are rosy.
A car stops.
Somebody calls her name.
»What are you waiting for? I told you, I'll pick you up.« He smiles. How many times did she forget him already? But he doesn't know that he's the only thing she's thinking about. It's like he's stuffing up her brain.
She walks over to him.
»Guess, what you're doing right now.«, she laughs and gives him a hug.
»I'm so sorry.«, she mumbles and she really is.
»I forgive you.«, he grins.
He takes her bag and put's it in the back of his car.
She turns the radio on and after a look in the others eye, they sing along.
»Hey.«, he sais, looks at her, smiles again.
»Hey.«, she whispers. Then she looks out the window, hoping that it'll snow for Christmas.