𝘚𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌? 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬

02 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚

you meekly sat in the booth of the diner, specifically his favorite diner. its so loud in here, too much lively for your own good. but eventually, the crowd surrounding your boss would die down and you two were finally alone in the corner of the small homey-like restaurant.

"the chicken here is to die for!" he exclaimed with an excited slight bounce on his shoulders, his wings undeniably fluttering and its feathers rustling a little, maybe out of his anticipation.

hes like a dog, not in a bad way. you thought.

"here, try this." he held a piece out for you, waiting for you to take it. your eyes flickered between the chicken in his hand and at his face with a hint of hesitancy. he urged you once more by lightly shaking the piece and you took it somewhat reluctantly.

"mm! mm! mm!!! the flavours are melting on my tongue!" he exaggerates, if you squinted there would be imaginary blings and stars around his light. 

your lips involuntarily frowned as you took a moment to stare at your chicken. its been a long time. 

let me in on you for a little secret won't you?
you love chicken—but its been a while, time moves fast and the thought of dining outside didn't ever cross.

you let it touch your lips, and the scent of it enters your lungs and you can't help it anymore but take a bite of the delicacy.

the flavours coax a small hum of contentedness from your chest. the ever so observant young hero noticed, but didn't say anything. but there was a soft smile on his face that you weren't able to catch as you relished in the meal.

today was a kind day it seems, nothing too harsh during his patrols, and nothing too heavy on your side either. and to top it all of, your favorite snack in your belly.

"let me pay-"  "no." he declines sharply,

"its my treat." he beamed. 

ice cream is also one of your favorites, that he noticed when you both had walked past an ice cream truck, and your eyes briefly trailed the vehicle before it returned back to his. 

he is no small minded man, and he knows that you had taken interest in the ice cream truck just behind him. and so...

"thats your favorite flavor?" he asks with a half smirk as he handed you a cone of soft served #####. you shyly hummed, figuring the whole situation itself was embarrassing. but to him, he didn't mind at all, and quite infact-he was proud of the fact he just scruffed down three cones of soft served ice cream.

its been a long time too.

the cold flavor and feel of the desert passes down your lips, to your throat and you swear you miss this. your nonchalant expression even relaxes for a brief second, satisfied with having the opportunity to taste your favorites once more.

it might be cold, but your heart feels so warm.

you don't notice, like always. but he has a warm smile on his lips.

"its my treat too, so don't even bother trying to pay me back." he added and you sighed shaking your head.

"stop pampering me." you murmured.

he chuckled, and shook his head.