author's note:
a couple days ago my friend had recommended us (me and another friend of mine) in the group chat to write a fluff fic, so i came up with this
anyways, here y'all go-
robert langdon sighed as he looked down onto the bulky blanket that was laying in the armchair.
"did you really have to collapse onto the snow?"
"..i was tired", a voice with a posh accent exclaimed.
"now you're more tired than ever."
sienna brooks let out a raspy cough as she stuck her head out from underneath the cover.
"i'll take that as a compliment.."
"is it going to be done soon?", she forced herself to ask, despite having a sore throat.
"yes, just be patient"
robert paused for a moment.
"..how are ghosts supposed to get a cold anyway?"
she countered, "do you really think i know the answer to everything?"
"well", he begun, "judging by your attempts at trying to stop overpopulation at the age of eleven, you do."
her face flushed with a light pink.
"thank you.."
robert shot her a soft smile and turned to the boiling pot on the stovetop.
about six minutes later, everything was done.
"alright, it's ready!", he announced from the dining room.
robert put a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a mug of hot chocolate on the dining table.
sienna got up from the chair and traipsed to the dining table, still having the heavy rug on her shoulders.
"robert, you didn't have to do this..", she murmured as she sat down.
"i kinda did.", he chuckled.
she picked up the spoon and tried the soup.
"..is it good?"
a short pause hung in the air.
"it's perfect."
sienna got up from the chair and wrapped her arms around the older man.
"thank you very much, robert."
robert hugged her back.
"..you don't have to thank me."