pairing: arthur & ivan
word count: 2000+
summary: Arthur and Ivan are set up on a blind date, but Arthur is sorely disappointed and quick to judge Ivan based on his appearance. As the date progresses, he finds they are more compatible than he thought.
Arthur took another sip of his ice water. The condensation on the glass felt cool in his clammy hands. He glanced out the window, the blaring of car horns from the evening rush hour catching his attention. The noise disrupted the calm chitchat and clinking of silverware that surrounded him in the restaurant.
“Sorry I’m late!”
Another man sat down in the seat across from Arthur, catching him by surprise. “Were you waiting long?” the man asked while adjusting his blazer and pushing hair out of his face.
“No– Not at all,” Arthur lied, his words sputtering out of him. “I’m Arthur,” he offered his hand.
“Ivan,” the man replied, taking Arthur’s hand firmly with a smile. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“…All good things, I hope,” Arthur replied, trying his darnedest to seem cheery. But his expression hardened as he noticed how small his own hand was in comparison to Ivan’s.
In fact, Ivan was simply large in general. He was excessively tall and much too wide. Even when they were seated, he stared down at Arthur, who was a man already much thinner and slightly shorter than average. Not only was Ivan tardy, but it turned out he wasn’t Arthur’s type at all.
“What are you ordering?” Ivan asked, too absorbed in the menu to notice Arthur scrutinizing him.
Arthur jumped. “I’m not sure yet,” he mumbled while scrambling for his menu. Even his voice is too gruff, he thought to himself.
“Everything sounds really good,” Ivan sighed, “I don’t know if I want the Singapore rice noodles or duck fried rice.”
“Where is that?”Arthur asked, squinting at the text.
Ivan leaned forward and pointed to the description of the duck fried rice.
“That does sound good.”
“I want to try the orange beef too…”
Arthur motioned at the waiter.