Chase (HM:TOT/HM:AP) and farmer making chocolates tgt or for each other for Valentine's!
I wasn't sure which farmer you wanted so I tried to keep it gender neutral! If you want changes please let me know! Hope you enjoy it!!
Chocolate was easy. It wasn't as though he was trying to make something complicated. Just simple, Valentine's chocolates for the farmer. They had become friends so it was just out of obligation. Chase had made some for Yolanda and Maya so it wasn't as though he was going out of his way.
“Whoa! What happened here?!”
It was a wreck. He was better than the mess he had let build as Chase tried to perfect his chocolate. Every mold he owned was on the counter, there were fillings of at least six different types, and too many failed batches than he wanted to count. The kitchen hardly looked like that of a professional chef and he hated the farmer seeing it like this. Before Chase could make an excuse they wandered over to gape at his most recent batch.
The truffles were flawlessly molded into hearts, ovals, and squares. What made them stand out from all the other chocolates was their brightly painted designs. They sparkled and shone like polished gemstones. The farmer seemed entranced, giving Chase a sigh of relief. He quickly caught himself, fixing his apron before clearing his throat to get their attention.
“You can have them if you like them that much,” he tried to hide his light blush behind an aloof air. It was easier to show feelings than speak them. Especially when you weren't sure how the other person felt. At least the farmer was impressed with this batch. Chase had wanted to try once more to fix some colors he felt were off but it seems he ran out of time.
“Are you sure? You're not selling them?”
“I made them for you. And some for Yolanda and Maya of course,” he quickly added. The farmer seemed hesitant to accept the chocolates.
“Is everything okay?”
“It's just I tried making you some but it's nowhere near as pretty as these,” the farmer mumbled, offering a carefully wrapped tin ball.
Bemused by the odd wrapping choice, Chase accepted it and carefully peeled it open. Inside was an orange. No, wait. Chase delicately separated the halves to see the oranges rind filled with chocolate. He quickly turned to set a half down on the counter and cut a slice. Purple eyes fluttered shut as he chewed.
“How is it?”
“You might not think it is pretty but it tastes great. You did an amazing job, especially as an amateur chef,” Chase complimented with a grin. His heartbeat increased as the farmer returned it with a brilliant one of their own.
“Maybe we could make chocolates together next year?”
