Spring Break Week
Day 2 of 7

They didn't expect to meet again. Certainly not in line at the beach-side food stand.

And certainly not as she whirled around and accidentally splattered her ketchup-and-mustard-drenched hot dog all over his loose, white button-down.

Her mouth fell open as her eyes trailed up slowly, passing over the collar (the three top buttons undone oh no), tracing the bobbing Adam's apple and the tense jaw and the familiar green eyes—

—Oh.

The words tumbled out before she could scoop them back in. "I-I'm so sorr—I-ahahahahaha I guess you're here on break, too, huh?! 'Cause I saw you yesterday—I'm sorry about that, too, but—oh, I ruined your shirt even after I knocked you down and I'm just such a mess and a klutz, but—if you're here on break, too, then please let me make up for the mess, oh goodness, I can clean it up at our hotel room and give it back tomorrow—!"

His eyebrow twitched and his cheeks heated.

"—O-Only if you want to, though, I definitely won't force you but I promise I'm better at cleaning things up than I am at keeping them clean, so if you could just take off your shirt, then—!"

The blush bloomed and flamed across his face.

"—IDIDN'TMEANITLIKETHAT—!"

"Hey!" bellowed someone behind them, "Are you guys done?! We've been in line for ages!"

Ahiru stiffened when the tall man gripped her shoulders and steered her out of the way. "S-Sorry!" he bit out through clenched teeth, leading her further out to the beach. When they were a safe distance away from the grumpy spring-breakers, he coughed, scratching the back of his head. "You need to learn to look around you once in a while."

"I-I'm sor—I'm sorry! Yeah, you're right, I just …! Let me clean your shirt up for you and I won't bother you again! I feel awful!"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's fine, idiot."

"I-I'm not an idiot!" She stomped her foot into the sand. "Come on, just let me!"

"I'm not taking my shirt off!"

"It's not like that! And besides! This is a beach, and it's not like I didn't see it yester—uh …"

"…"

At this point, she elected to shove her foot into her mouth and walk away, deciding it was better to just never, ever, ever, ever look the guy in the face again. Ever.

It was a big beach! What were the odds she would run into him a third time anyway?!

"… Hey, Fakir?"

"What now, Mytho?"

"Did you forget our hot dogs?"

"… Damn it."