so easy (to fall in love)
minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; fluff
synopsis: you start noticing the cute woman in your building that always takes the same elevator as you.
warnings: reader is taller than sana sorry to my short queens... other than that NONE!! ; fluff fluff fluff ; just wanted to write smth cute for my cutie ; i misssssed writing for sana ; anything else i didn't mention ; not proofread
a/n: based off this video i watched a few months ago (as well as the song so easy (to fall in love) by olivia dean) its sooooo cute ugh how i missed writing for my wife
you never sleep well before the week starts.
the sunday night air keeps you up and never fails to have you groaning every monday morning.
today is monday.
today is no exception.
to add on to your morning, you had to run toward the bus stop to make it in time. you were surprised when you managed to match the speed of it slowing down on the run there, but this ruined your hair and left you huffing and puffing for the first thirty seconds of the ride. you were already drained before then too.
now you’re waiting for one of six elevators of the thirty-five floor building, patient and tired, hoping that one of your coworkers will surprise you with caffeine.
while you wait, a woman in a grey coat with brown hair steps in front of the elevator that the rest of the five people (including you) are waiting for. she yawns, then tucks her hair behind her ear. you can only see the side of her face from where you stand—behind her and a few steps to the right—but it’s enough to pique your interest.
a man walks in the space between you two, but just a bit in front of her, and fixes his hair while talking into the phone. he mutters something else before turning around, seemingly looking for something.
you can’t help but notice that his fly is open.
you manage to compose yourself, redirecting your attention away from the hint of his boxers sticking out, but the lady you eyed before snickers under her breath. she bites the inside of her lip to fight the corners of her lips that threaten to curl up before regaining composure. she looks up at the elevator again as if nothing had ever happened before it dings and the doors open. everyone steps in and you find a spot to the right of the space. the woman finds herself at the opposite side of you.
the doors close and you swallow shallowly. you tense your jaw for no reason at all before looking down barely to scratch the back of your neck. subtly, you tilt your head to the side to catch a glimpse of the woman’s full side profile.
pretty is an understatement.
for a moment you regain full clarity. it doesn’t feel like you’re running around in circles in your mind for a moment. the slope and angle of her nose pair to create a perfect match when met with the shape of her lips. to top it off, her jawline looks like it could kill. you swallow again before redirecting your attention back to the front of the elevator.
you wonder what floor she’s on, her name, and occupation. it’s been two weeks since you moved buildings and you’ve already found someone that makes you nervous. your coworkers would tease you relentlessly if they could read your mind.
it takes the first stop to realize that you haven’t even pressed the button to your floor. you awkwardly reach over past the person in front of you and click “25.”
in the midst of it, unbeknownst to you, the woman glances over to get a quick look at the side of your face. she averts her gaze and stares back at her reflection in the closed doors.
today is going to be a long day.
—
you yawn tiredly and a tear slips from the corner of your eye.
it’s friday, which means you’ve made it through the week. still, the only thing you’re looking forward to is lunch–on jeongyeon, your beloved (and very teasing) coworker—later in the day and taking a nap before seeing your parents later. you can get through this, is what you (always) tell yourself. you only have a few meetings and one rough draft due by the end of the day.
you stand in front of the elevator and wait for it to open. you don’t bother to look around at whoever else is waiting. everyone is probably zoning out or on their phone.
once you step in, you make your way to the back. a familiar face walks through the door once you settle in your spot shortly after.
it’s the woman from monday—and yesterday. you wonder if she’s noticed that this isn’t your first time on the same elevator together this week. you feel like a fool—she can’t be thinking that. it’s just coincidence. now you’re wondering if seeing her so often is creepy. does she think you’re doing this on purpose? you want to groan then and there. you clench your jaw and let out a small breath.
the woman’s eyes meet yours for a brief second before she turns around so that you’re met with the back of her head the rest of the way up. her hair is nicer up close. it’s very healthy looking and a beautiful shade of brown. you wish you could’ve seen her face a little longer and examined that too.
you’re being ridiculous.
you lean further back until your head rests against the back of the elevator. you look straight ahead and take a deep breath, only to be met with a very pleasant fragrance filling your senses.
she smells like spring flowers and a basket of berries. you inhale again, deliberate and slow. whatever she’s wearing is sweet, fragrant, and blooming by the second. it’s not the kind of overwhelming scent that urges you to take a step back; the smell is light and refreshing and resembles a nice, faint memory.
she turns her head just barely to the side, almost imperceptibly, which snaps you out of it. you straighten up and swallow hard; if you were caught sniffing someone, that would definitely land you somewhere you wouldn’t want to be. how shameless are you? when did you get so… weird? does this fall in line with being a pervert? no, you think, i can’t be like one of those freaks, can i?
when you gets off at your floor, it feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders. you stay silent, though not without huffing in embarrassment, the whole way to your office.
you continue on with your day, the thought of the woman on the elevator slowly filtering out of your mind once jeongyeon starts massaging your shoulders out of nowhere, making you jump in your seat.
“lunch?” she asks.
right, it’s that time. you had been so caught up with a draft for marketing that you nearly forgot about lunch.
(you hadn’t forgotten about the elevator incident that morning though.)
“please.” you sigh, immediately turning off your monitor.
jeongyeon laughs as you stand up to put your jacket on.
…
sana wonders if you’ve noticed it too.
her interest piqued the first time she saw you this week. today—friday—is day three of seeing you in the same elevator as her in the morning.
you stood behind her seemingly in a daze, maybe thinking very hard about something bothering you from the way she could hear you sigh from behind her. she glances subtly at you in the reflection. you’re a little taller than her and you’ve got nice, pretty features. you’re very much her type.
she looks at the ground then, her brows furrowing just barely.
i must be desperate, she thinks, it’s just a coincidence. it means nothing.
—
sana sees you again on monday. it can’t be nothing.
she spent the day before helping her friend, jihyo, rearrange her apartment. jihyo mentioned at one point after a glass of wine: “you can’t start off your monday’s weak, or it’ll throw off your week.”
the rhyming along with her cheery tone made sana cringe and giggle at her, but she did have a point.
seeing you again right before her day starts makes her embarrassingly giddy. it’s even worse that she had looked forward to seeing you in the mornings here and there throughout the week. sana tells herself that it’s the lack of anything in her life at the moment that is making her a fool.
you’re both separated by a man between you two and the cologne he wears drowns out any other scent in the elevator. it’s strong, too strong. you bite down subtly when he reaches over, his wrist passing your nose, to press the number of his floor.
she takes a good look at you through the reflection. you’re in a formal outfit: a blazer, dress shirt, slacks, and a tie. it fits you. sana thinks you look really good.
it takes two full seconds for sana to realize that you’ve made eye contact with her through the reflection as well. you both stare for a second longer before breaking it, both of you turning your heads in the other direction bashfully.
a blush graces your cheeks and you inhale sharply.
she must think i’m a creep, or something. you think. coincidences are one thing, but hoping to see this woman and somehow running into her? that has to fall under something problematic.
-
you see her the following wednesday and friday, then the monday and tuesday the week after as well. it’s brutal seeing her—at least to the flow of thoughts that pour in your head—she must think there is something up with you.
fortunately, as equal as it is unfortunate, you don’t see her for the rest of the week after that. you don’t see her the week after either.
you’ve also started carpooling in the mornings with your friend sooyoung, who’s building is two blocks away, and started arriving a little after 8:30am. that was on the first day you stopped seeing the woman, then the days following. you figure your elevator woman is an early bird since you used to arrive around 8am and frequently saw her around that time.
you’re overthinking it. you tell yourself. it’s not that serious.
as much as you love spending time with sooyoung in the mornings, as well as the convenience and extra few minutes of sleep in the morning; you wish you’d run into the pretty woman on the elevator again.
…
sana loses it a bit.
she hasn’t seen you in nearly two weeks and keeps getting teased by her coworkers because there is an increased amount of pouting in the mornings. sana brushes it off, initially saying that it’s probably because of the lack of sleep or because that time of the month is soon—she can’t possibly admit that it’s because her morning eye candy hasn’t been around for a worrying amount of time.
she wonders if you’ve moved buildings or if you’ve noticed her presence and found it uncomfortable. there’s too many options that might be the reason behind your disappearance and it has sana staring at her screen for a few minutes longer than usual in the mornings.
“there she goes again,” momo sighs, catching sana by surprise.
mina raises a brow, then asks, “what’s gotten into you?”
“nothing.” sana says, though not convincingly.
her shoulders sink a bit as she stares at her two coworkers, who share a brief look at each other before shaking their heads.
“you’re not the best liar, you know?” mina jokes, handing her a piece of chocolate.
sana furrows her brows, looking at the candy before starting, “i’m not on my—”
“it doesn’t matter.” mina assures. “i just knew something sweet would cheer you up.”
“you’re going to need it. submissions for the magazine are due by the end of the week and from what i can see you have—” momo stops, then squints at sana’s screen, “---two and a half paragraphs.”
“it’s something.”
“is two and a half paragraphs enough to cover climate change and how it affects the beauty industry?”
“i—” sana begins, then sighs. she leans back in her chair defeatedly, and gives the two a look of agony and despair. “i’ll tell you during lunch. i have to actually get this done.”
“do you need more chocolate?” mina puts her hand out, displaying two different flavors of ghiradelli squares in her palm.
sana smiles and the light in her eyes slowly brightens up again. “i love you.”
—
it would be embarrassing for sana not to run into you for yet another week and a half right after gushing about how you always manage to look gorgeous without trying.
but what is embarrassing is that sana gets jealous pretty easily, even for someone she doesn’t know too well (or at all, really).
she decides to change up her tactic and comes a little later—half-past eight—and prays that you’ll be there. luckily for her, you’re there standing beautifully in an easy sweater and loose slacks. business casual looks great on you.
sana steps in first and you head in after her. she stares at the side of your head through the little gap that sits between two sets of shoulders and traces your skin with her eyes.
before the door closes completely, someone sticks their shoulder in and opens them back up. she apologizes before stepping over right next to you and handing one of two coffees in her hand. sana’s eyes narrow.
“what a coincidence! i was going to give you one. it’s buy one get one free day! i know how much you need it…” she teases quietly, nudging your shoulder and making you smile.
“thank you,” you nearly whisper, taking it gratefully.
“how are you settling in? it’s been almost two months now.”
“oh, well.” you tell her, your voice is a little louder now. sana can hear the soothing timbre of how your words flow. “it’s great. better than the old building they had me at.”
“and where was that?”
“somewhere less… urban. i like it here better.”
“and the work?”
“ah, sometimes it’s a bit much but it’s not bad. i like it though.” you tell her.
sana watches the woman lean in a bit too close for comfort and nudge your shoulder again. the woman says, “well seems that everyone likes you.”
“couldn’t say the same for you, nayeon.” you joke, earning a roll of her eyes that sana barely makes out.
sana bites down on her back teeth as she watches you two converse freely. she feels like there’s a small pit in her stomach that sits and churns and renders her uneasy. a pout slowly forms on her lips, but it doesn’t stick for long.
an idea pops up in her head. she rummages through her bag and plans for what she’ll do to get your attention next time you two meet. she picks out her business card and considers it, but it’s way too formal. the next thign she pulls out is her small notepad that is littered with notes and important details that relate to any article she’s working on. that’s too personal and too precious. she does think about the lip gloss in one of the small pockets, but if it touched the ground she’d be paranoid and never use it again.
she huffs, then rummages further until she picks out her nametag.
not only does it display her name and company—but she likes how the id picture turned out too.
perfect.
—
work has been rough. it’s only thirty minutes after noon.
your lunch break starts and you decide you might need a little more caffeine and a good sandwich to make it through the rest of the day. nayeon and jeongyeon send you off to grab them coffee and sandwiches at the little cafe a block away. the only reason you did it was because they paid you a little extra for delivery and service fees.
(you tell them that they both owe you so much for the labor you’re always providing.
you also punch jeongyeon in the shoulder and flick nayeon’s forehead.)
it takes about five minutes for you to walk there and ten minutes for your order to be ready. you grip onto a carrier with one hand and the bags with your meals with the other as you make it back to the building. whoever created a carrier that holds more than two drinks and has a handle deserves an award, seriously, because without it you would’ve already dropped every drink.
when you’re back and pushing on the doors to your building with half your bodyweight, the front receptionist looks up from her phone to see you walking a little faster than you did when you first left. she responds back at you casually when you greet her with a rushed, “good afternoon!”
you press on the up arrow with your knuckle and take a step back, finding time to take a real, deep breath.
the doors open and you find a spot right in the middle. the man next to the buttons to each floor looks at you and tilts his head—you respond with, “25, please.”
right as he presses it, a woman walks in—your pretty woman. she makes eye contact with you before settling right next to where you stand. it feels like the walls of the elevator start to close in.
you reach floor 9 and two others step out, leaving you, the woman, and three others in the elevator. you rub your fingers against the material of the takeout bag and hope that you don’t look ridiculous holding three beverages and a large bag of sandwiches that are starting to lose their freshness.
…
sana glances at you through the reflection and feels a little bad that you have such a large load to carry. she rethinks her plan of dropping something for you to pick up, but she doesn’t know when she’d get the opportunity to do so because nothing is promised.
she can’t let you get away.
sana lets the lanyard connected to her id swing once, then twice, before purposely letting go. her id falls in between both of you, though it’s closer to your shoes than hers.
the man behind both of you seems to notice—the same man with the overwhelming cologne—sana prays that he doesn’t reach over instead. luckily for her, he brushes it off and sticks to his phone.
she glances at it for a few seconds and it stays right in its place until the next floor. she bites the inside of her lip out of anticipation.
a few seconds later and still nothing.
sana sighs, looking at the ground and mentally cursing to herself. you’ve got full hands anyway, what was she thinking? if you had even the slightest interest, you would’ve noticed already. you would’ve maybe talked to her too, and way before this. she clenches her fists and prepares herself to pick it up, but you beat her to it.
she turns her head to meet your eyes directly.
“excuse me?” your voice brings her back to the ground. in between your pointer finger and the top of the bag is her work id. the bag crumples a little more when you start to speak again, “um, this—this is… yours?”
sana can’t speak for a moment, but offers a nod before taking it with both hands.
“thank you.”
“mhm.” you hum, nodding. you smile awkwardly then, unable to look away from her and how pretty her hair is when it’s tucked behind her ear to make a side part. it’s new and different and she’s still pretty regardless of anything and you can barely say, “h-hi. i, uh—”
the elevator dings, interrupting you, as it reaches your floor.
you sigh lightly in defeat, pursing your lips into another awkward attempt at a smile before nodding at her. you step out and sana’s left speechless for a moment.
she can’t wait to see you again.
—
you’re going to be late.
you stayed up a little too long calling your best-friends from college and spent an additional few minutes thinking about the elevator woman before going to bed.
and sure you felt great after talking to your friends, yes, but a little pathetic thinking about a woman who has only flashed you a beautiful smile. you think about impressing her and talking to her and maybe landing a good look that lasts more than two seconds just so you can appreciate her more.
you’re going to be so late.
in fifteen minutes—maybe less—your best friend sooyoung will be right outside the entrance of your apartment complex. you have about five minutes to brush your teeth, do your skincare, and then ten minutes to make yourself look presentable. you have no time for lunch, but who cares about lunch when there’s bigger issues at hand: looking nice in front of a pretty woman for a few minutes.
when you arrive you start to feel quite fatigued just from the lack of breakfast, sleep, and caffeine. not only that, but the elevator is being loaded by everyone working 9-5 or some other variant of hours and you’ve got to add a little pep in your step just to catch it.
you stick your foot in, catching the door before it closes fully, and apologize as you step in.
no one seems to mind, but you scan around the small space and make eye contact with your elevator woman. sana was her name, if you can remember right, it was the name on her id card.
you give her an easy smile—barely there but the slight turn of the corner of your lips is enough—before turning around and letting out a huff, still catching your breath.
the way up seems to squeeze you in. you get off before her, but you’d like to exchange a simple good morning. it’s kind of hard to say anything to her when she’s in the corner of the elevator and you stand right in the front. you let out another, smaller, huff. you should’ve slept earlier.
with each floor, more people step out and the chance for you to scoot closer opens up. with each person that steps away, you do your best to shuffle a little closer to the pretty girl in the back. a few more stops go by and you’re five floors away from your stop and four people away from it being just you and sana.
two more people leave then, leaving four people left in the elevator—including the two of you.
you suck in the corner of your bottom lip and fidget with the tips of your fingers as you stare at yourself in the reflection. your eyes shift over to her, and she’s staring at you too. you look away quickly, fighting the blush that threatens to rise.
as if the day hadn’t started off awful already; you’re sentenced to your floor and sighing as soon as the doors slide open. sana watches you step off, your head turning just barely to the side as a silent way to acknowledge her—or at least that’s what she thinks.
sana is left with two others, though none catch her eye like you do.
she leans her head against the wall and sighs in defeat.
—
sooyoung is late to pick you up the day after, which happens to be a friday, and this means you won’t see sana until next week.
the rest of work goes terribly. your mood is soiled and your motivation to meet deadlines for whatever marketing strategy you’re tasked with is nearly zero.
…
sana made sure she looked extra nice before heading to the building. she even sprayed an extra spritz of her pricier perfume, only to be consumed by disappointment when you weren’t in the same elevator as her.
just when she thought this was going somewhere.
she groans and sends momo a quick text:
extra shot of espresso in my americano pls
:-(
elevator lady isn’t here
—
“yes, yes,” you fight back a sigh, “i’ve laid out an outline already, i’m just waiting on nayeon and jeongyeon to add their own input.”
your boss gives you a look—eyes narrowing and pursed lips—before giving you an accepting nod. she puts a hand on your shoulder and says, “i’ll be waiting on that email then. have a good weekend y/n.”
the day is finally over once you’ve compiled everything you need to submit an outline for one of your marketing projects. you’re not sure where it’s going since you had only been handed a simple prompt and task, but you could care less because the week is finally over.
despite your day not being the best, you’ve still got your spirits up because of the events that are planned for tomorrow: dinner at your parents’ house for your mother’s birthday.
you have a wonderful plan and itinerary for the evening and tomorrow morning that requires a lot of time, care, and effort. even though you’re tired, your shoulders are slightly slumped, and there’s a mild headache that makes you wince every few minutes—you’re willing to push through and bring a smile to your mother’s face.
sooyoung picks you up and takes you back home—though not without hearing you complain about your day and popping one of the spare headache pills she has in her car—which takes about twenty minutes with traffic. you unwind once you’re back at your apartment, throwing your jacket at the couch before sighing and quickly changing into something more comfortable. then, you take a five minute break to lay down on the couch before swiftly getting up and grabbing your tote bag.
your mom’s favorite baked goods are your salted butter rolls and coconut custard buns, which you’re very low on ingredients for, so your first task is to head to the grocery store. the store is three blocks away, so it’s not too much of a hassle to get there. as you walk down the pavement you think about getting a few extra ingredients to make yourself a nice dinner because you deserve it.
once you head in, it’s pretty busy inside. there are a few lines for each register as people stop by on the way home from work, but it’s not overwhelmingly crowded or anything. you grab a basket and head toward the section for baking ingredients before making your way toward where the butter is. apparently you’re too focused and excited to retrieve your butter that you accidentally bump into someone with your basket.
“i’m sorry,” you apologize quickly.
surprised, beautiful brown eyes meet yours when you turn to see who you’ve run into:
sana.
she stands there taken aback just as much as you are before flashing a friendly smile. the world stops, you stand there like an idiot, and finally smile back.
“hi.” she says, her gaze caressing every part of your face.
you scan her for a moment and forget how to breathe in the process. it seems like every single stolen glance and accidental eye contact on the elevator led to this exact moment; you and sana meeting while you look like you’re ready for a night in and with her still looking as gorgeous as ever in her work attire.
“hi,” you begin. “i’m y/n.”
she hums, grinning wider. “i see you often in the elevator.”
“me too.” you tell her.
“i didn’t expect to run into you here.” she says.
"me neither."
“do you live nearby?”
“a few blocks down, yes.” you nod. “did you… just get off work?”
“yes. i had to work overtime, unfortunately.”
“aw, sorry to hear.” you say, then break away from her gaze momentarily. “your name is… sana? am i correct? sorry i— i remember seeing it on the id you dropped…”
maybe you’re being too forward. you second-guess yourself and think about how odd it is to memorize a detail like that from such a brief interaction. you pray that you don’t come off as a creep. your eyes widen then—what if she thinks you’re stalking her? the elevator and now outside of the building?
sana saves you from overthinking it. “you’re right on that. yes, it’s sana.”
“right.” you reply bashfully before deciding that you should probably grab the butter. “sorry, let me just—”
“oh, sorry.”
“it’s fine.” you say as you grab what you need and place it in the basket.
she glances into your basket and takes note of everything inside. sana doesn’t let the conversation die down.
“what are you making?” she asks, eyes still on the basket. you tilt your head before realizing what she’s looking at.
“oh, i’m making bread.” you mumble, “it’s my mom’s birthday tomorrow and i wanted to make some of her favorites.”
“you’re a baker?” sana questions. she starts to step away toward the produce section and you follow her just like she hoped you would’ve.
“no, no. it’s just a hobby.”
“you must be good if your mom likes it so much.”
“hah, you’re very sweet. i’m nowhere near pastry chef experience though.”
sana laughs and you’re smiling like an even bigger idiot than before.
“maybe… if you’d allow me, i’d love to try some one day.”
your ears perk up and a blush forms on your cheeks at the implication.
“yeah. i wouldn’t mind.”
sana picks up a few apples and puts them in a bag before grabbing a container of berries. you continue to stay by her side while conversing freely, casually, as if it weren’t the first time you two had talked to each other properly.
to think that you spent the last—almost three—months overthinking every single interaction with her made you feel a little stupid, yes, but it also took a large weight off your shoulders. if you could’ve seen into the future, knowing how easy it was to talk to sana, you would’ve spent less time making yourself look extra nice in the mornings.
(not that you didn’t want to, but the effort and time was a it draining for someone you barely knew.)
“hey,” sana says before you two part ways. you’re standing there with a paper bag in your hands and a warmth in your chest just from running into her. “when will i see you again?”
“oh, um,” you think to yourself for a moment before answering, “probably the same days as usual.”
“hm, i see.” sana hums, then puts out her hand. “let me give you my number.”
“i– your number?”
she laughs and you swear you can see a slight flush on her face. “i think you’re insanely cute and i’d like to see you again on the elevator, as well as outside of it—if you’re willing.”
sana’s smiling at you now, waiting for you to unlock your phone and hand her an empty contact but you can’t really move at the moment. she takes out her phone instead and hands it to you, which snaps you out of it. her manicured nail nearly grazes your hand when you grab her phone to type your number in. you pretend to ignore the chill it sends through your body and you call your number to make sure it’s correct before handing the phone back.
“i’d like to see you outside of the elevator too, sana.”
she’s still smiling when she says, “perfect. and i’m hoping that we’ll reach a point where i’ll get to try your bread.”
you laugh, “i can bring you some on monday?”
“8:30?”
“i’ll wait for you in the lobby.”
she smirks then. “how chivalrous.”
“well,” you begin, squeezing the handle of the paper bag in your hand a bit tighter, “the pretty woman i’ve been eyeing for months now finally talked to me—i think i can handle a little bit more waiting.”
“you’re even cuter by the second.” she admits with a charmed smile. “i’ll see you, y/n. have a good weekend.”
“you too, sana.”
—
—
—
sana types away at her laptop, conjuring up rushed draft for a last-minute article that needs to be reviewed. she reaches over for the cup of coffee on her desk only to remember she finished it half an hour ago.
mina and momo left for lunch a minute ago and sana was supposed to join them, but insisted on finishing up her work first so she wouldn’t have to work overtime. there’s a pout on her face that continues to grow, as well as the crease her brows create as she concentrates hard.
fifteen minutes fly by and sana has four decently written paragraphs done—she tells herself it’s fine if it’s a bit botched because it’s a draft—before she feels a tap on her shoulder.
she continues to type, muttering a, “hold on,” before finishing up another paragraph without turning her head once.
when she’s finally done, she glances behind her and melts at the sight of you.
“y/n,” she says as if you had just descended from the sky.
“hi.” you greet.
you hand her the small bag in your hands and she tilts her head in confusion. you gesture for her to check what’s inside and she does just that, her eyes widening when she pulls out a warm container.
“y/n, is this—?”
“yes.” you say as she opens up the container to reveal buttered garlic rolls that you finished baking this morning while getting ready. the bread is still warm and the smell relaxes every single muscle in sana’s body. “i know you’ve been stressed since you got the promotion and heavier workload… and it’s been a few months since we started dating, so i wanted to, you know,”
sana stands up and immediately pecks your lips, not minding anyone around her since they’re either gone or too busy still finishing up their work to notice anything. she kisses you on both cheeks before holding one side of your face in her hands, her soft skin resting against your cheek.
“thank you so much.”
“it’s nothing.”
“it’s everything.” she responds, making you giggle.
sana finds you a chair so you can sit next to her before digging in. you watch her physically sink into the seat after the first bite.
“good?”
“y/n,” she starts, still chewing her food. she looks like an adorable hamster looking at you with a sparkle in her eye. “the first day you waited for me in the lobby with bread i knew you were the one for me.”
“yeah?”
“yes.”
“is bread all it takes to win you over?”
“it helped,” she jokes, taking another bite. “but you’re just so, so amazing.”
“i think that’s the bread you consumed talking.”
“no,” she argues back. “it’s my heart. and my heart also says that we should have dinner at my place tonight.”
you laugh again. “whatever you want is fine with me.”
she continues to finish her food, offering you bites as well and feeing you in the process, before saying,
“i’m so glad you never take the stairs.”
