The day started out just as any other. Basch was shopping (reluctantly) with his little sister Elise. Food items were what they were looking for. A stroll around the kitchen and a captain cook into the pantry
The Swiss man's fingers ran strangely delicately over the cheeses that were laid out in front of him, the cool air from the refrigeration unit pouring out and around his body. Elise had long ago run off to find some sort of dessert for the two of them, leaving Basch alone to his thoughts and actions.
His eyes scanned over all of the cheeses, looking them all over carefully. Appenzeller, Gruyère, Raclette… The list could go on and on because, well, the Swiss loved their cheese. They were well known for their cheeses, after all. Cheese was not just a food. It was a way of life.
And that was when he spotted it. And when he did… His shoulders fell. His eyes widened. His mouth gaped wide, for he had never seen such a beautiful block of cheese in his entire life. He was sure there was nothing more beautiful than that block that sat before him. The holes and open spaces of the cheese that were covered by the clear protection bound around the dairy product.
Emmenthal cheese— swiss.
Basch was sure he'd never seen anything so beautiful. His heart quickened in pace, and his stomach churned. It was love at first sight. And Basch silently swore to himself that he would never love another like he loved that cheese.
Ah, I made a comment about Switzerland and Swiss cheese being a couple in one of my tags, and an anon told me to write it. So I did .