Ice cream daydream
It was late at night when you heard a brisk knock at your door. Confused, you slipped out of bed, padding lightly to see who was knocking this late. You cracked the door open, peeking through the gap before opening it wider to see Uvo, his large figure dwarfing yours. You smiled warmly upon laying your eyes on him.
"Oh? And what calls you here this late, hm?" You teased, resting your head against the door frame as your arms wrapped around your figure.
"I-uh, wanted to ask if you'd like to go to the ice cream parlour in York New City tomorrow?" He scratched his cheek nervously.
"They're selling a limited edition ice cream tomorrow and it sounded nice but I didn't want to go on my own." He paused, contemplating his words.
"No, wait, that came out wrong. What I meant was-" You cut him off.
"I'd love to. When are we leaving?" You replied cooly.
"How does twelve sound?" He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck with a light flush to his cheeks.
"It's a date then." You hummed, watching his cheeks darken.
"Y-Yes! A date! That's what it is, uh-" He cleared his throat.
"Well I'll leave you to get your beauty sleep. Goodnight, Y/N." He quickly slid back to his own door, awkwardly fumbling with the tiny key before laughing in embarrassment, giving a small wave before retreating behind his own door.
You went back to bed, not before letting out a contained, excited squeal. You couldn't get to sleep fast enough.
The next day couldn't roll around quick enough, and you jumped out of bed excitedly, ready to doll yourself up and look cute for your little date with Uvo. He met you in the kitchen and your cheeks flushed upon seeing him in jeans and a lumberjack shirt.
"You scrub up good." You teased and he flushed.
"Not so bad yourself." He chuckled before taking your hand and leading you to the car.
The drive seemed shorter, but maybe that was because you were talking Uvo's ear off about what you could order from the ice cream parlour - the options were endless. You arrived and he led you around the bustling city streets to the parlour, a sense of warmth and safety flooding through you when he pulled you close, hand dropping to your waist protectively. You bit your lip.
Luckily, the parlour was easy to find, and there wasn't much or a queue, which meant you and Uvo could cool your flustered cheeks with the cold dessert sooner rather than later. You both ordered, and he paid, much to your insistence that you pay or at least split, however he quickly placed a few bills on the counter, ending your light bickering. He handed you your pot of ice cream and you sat side by side next to a fountain in the main square.
Your date was calm, the two of you chatting about sweet nothings and random bizarre topics that popped into your head. Uvo entertained your rambling, encouraging you when you grew shy about overtaking. God, he was perfect. And that shirt made his muscles bulge so nicely.... You bit your lip, staring at him.
He grew flustered under your gaze and nudged you slightly, pulling you from your thoughts.
"Everything okay?" He hummed, rolling up his sleeves and you breathed in sharply.
Curse him. Why did he have to do that? Now he was even more attractive.
"I'm fine!" You squawked, cursing yourself for your own embarrassing actions. He just chuckled deeply, slinging an arm around you and pulling you close as you both people watched.
Your embarrassing moment was fleeting and soon you were coming up with little scenarios about passerbys, guessing what their jobs where and why they were here. It was fun, and you realised Uvo was quite the comedian. You didn't want the day to end, but sadly, the crowd thinned, and the day drew later, causing Uvo to suggest that the two of you head home for the evening. Reluctantly, you agreed.