"Pardon me…"
The voice was deep, and seemed so utterly baffled, that Trisha could not help but grin as she turned around. The speaker matched the voice perfectly, a large man scratching the back of his head with one hand, sheepish smile on his face, his other hand clutching a worn looking suitcase.
"I do hate to impose, but I am new around here…"
"Not an imposition at all!" Trisha's grin bloomed into an all out smile. "What is it I can do for you?"
"Well, I was wondering if you could show me around a bit." His stomach chose that instant to voice a rather strong opinion, and the discomfited expression on his face intensified. "A restaurant would be a good place to start. My treat, of course, as a thank you."
"That isn't necessary!"
"I insist!" He bowed elegantly. "It would be improper to impose otherwise."
She held out a hand. "I am Trisha."
"Hohenheim." His hand dwarfed hers as he clasped it, smiling. "It is a pleasure to meet you."
hoho-papa is love.