why are people shipping elsa with jack frost
we all know who the real icy otp is
vanilla chocolate swirl 4eva
UHM MAYBE YOU HAVEN’T HEARD BUT HE HAS A WIFE WHO IS THE GREATEST GOOD HE IS EVER GONNA GET
Rin watches the scene unfold in what feels like slow motion. The soup bowl slides off the edge of the tray and slowly - oh so damn slowly - falls down towards the table. Liquid pours out as the bowl tips to the side and cascades right into the man’s lap. The man tenses and Rin thanks every god listening that he was bringing the soup back to the kitchen because it had been too cold. Barely above shower water warm, the customer had declared with a sneer.
The world speeds back up to normal as Rin’s face reddens and he drops the now empty tray onto the table to grab a the towel he has tucked in his apron. ”Oh my gosh I am so so sorry.” He stumbles over his words and starts to press the towel to the soup in the man’s lap, freezing when strong fingers wrap around his wrist. He looks up into a pair of gentle green eyes.
"It’s okay, accidents happen." The man smiles and Rin flushes even more as he tugs the towel from Rin’s fingers and pats gingerly at his lap.
Rin expects to leave for the day without a job, especially after he finds out that the man whose lap he had dumped soup into was none other than Tachibana Makoto, the city’s most well known freelance writer who had an ongoing series in the local paper detailing his daily outings and experiences. An article by Tachibana could make or break a company. He does not expect to leave that day with a business card tucked into his apron - which he doesn’t realize is there until he empties it at the end of his shift - with a neatly written message on the back and a cell phone number scrawled underneath it.
Meeting you wasn’t an accident. It was fate.
Rin flushes once again as he slips the card into his pocket.
fma week: day 4 → ladies
middle school rinharu