Patrick was absolutely certain that someone was smiling down on him -- an unseen force had truly blessed him today, because he’d managed to do the impossible find soft pretzels of all things at the Winter Festival. It’d taken a lot of legwork and weaving stops through the crowds that flocked the food stalls, but even the lightly snowy scape had been worth it for the warm, twisted dough. With his lunch treat in hand, it was safe to say that Patrick had mostly stopped paying attention to his surroundings and it was entirely his fault when he bumping into someone a quick turn, jostling his arm in the process to smear mustard against his cheek. “M’sorry,” he muttered, mouth still half-full. Patrick swallowed and licked his lips in a small attempt to handle the mess, but when his gaze finally landed on the person that he’d nudged, recognition dawned. “Oh -- Jordani, right? Funny seeing you here.” ( @jordanixcole )
