“Maybe we could get some hot chocolate from that cafe, over there?” ( modern au )
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Bundled up from head to toe (and with a scarf Isabelle had gifted him, of course), Ben lowered the knitted material from his mouth and grinned, arching an impish brow. “Are you sure that’s such a good idea?” he teased. “As I recall, you and I have a precarious history with hot liquids.”
Soup was the unspoken word lingering between them, and chuckling, he squeezed her gloved hand and nodded. “Fine,” he agreed, “we can stop in. It kind of makes me think of growing up in the country...”
Jogging across the street with her, Ben paused a moment before explaining, “When I was little, there was this tree farm my family and I used to go to, and while my father paid for the tree inside this cozy little shack, they’d always offer hot chocolate and peppermint sticks to the children.” His eyes twinkled at the memory. “Fortunately, I was far less clumsy back then, so I never wore it all over my clothes.” Opening up the café door, Ben gave a dramatic, “Mah-dahm,” before sweeping his arm forward, indicating that Isabelle step on through.
Once she’d done so and they’d gotten in line (along with plenty of other people, who’d evidently all had the same idea), he smiled and almost shyly slipped his arm around her waist, anchoring her snugly against his side. He wasn’t one who believed in PDA -- not the intrusive kind, anyway -- but a part of him felt giddy to hold her so near. “And what about you?” he warmly asked. “Any fond cocoa memories to put mine to shame?”
