Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

7. it doesn't count under mistletoe

"You ready?" Levi asks, closing his door. "Doesn't look that busy."

Perfect. "Ready," you agree.

The wind is a bit crisp as you walk, but other than that, it's not too bad. You pull your toque down over your ears as you close in, and you can hear the music from here. You've never really been one for the festive spirit, considering what normally comes with said festivities, but you can't deny that Christmas music makes you feel some type of way. 

The market is huge- bigger than you'd guessed just from your first glimpse of it. Market stalls form at least four different aisles across the plaza, and you can see at least two different exits to the plaza on opposite sides that are adorned with lights as well, meaning that it could stretch even further.

And, as Levi observed, it's not too busy. You feel much more at ease than you thought you'd be. "Food first?" Levi suggests, looking to you.

"You have an agenda?" you ask, smiling at him. 

"No, but I know you haven't eaten." He's right- you never got breakfast. "So, food."

"Food sounds good." A thought occurs to you. "And tea, I guess?"

"You guess?" Levi mutters, and you laugh.

The two of you begin to wander in the direction of the food stalls. Levi doesn't even give you a chance to consider paying ("I'm the reason you didn't get breakfast."), and he gets himself a tea alongside your order. The food is good: freshly made, and the hot chocolate is rich and so, so warm that you can feel it warming your chest from the inside out.

As you eat, you browse. There's several stalls with people selling trinkets or goods, and you're content to look through everything that's being sold. Levi walks alongside you, not really talking much, and you can't tell if he's actually interested in anything or not but he tells you he's fine, so you don't do much protesting.

Another stop for tea later, you move down one of the pretty alleys, decorated with lights and plants, and head towards another large plaza with even more stalls. "This is bigger than I realized," you murmur, looking around.

"They get more popular every year," Levi says. "Back when my mother would take me, it was never this big."

You hum in response- he'd mentioned that his mother liked these. You turn to him. "You should get her something."

He blinks at you, then nods. "Sure. What?"

"Something for her. I don't know, you know her better than I do."

"Close your eyes, spin in a circle, and point, and you could do a better job than Lovof."

Your lips twitch. "And you could do a better job than me," you tell him.

Levi stares at you for a moment, then nods again. "Alright." He thinks for a moment, and you wait patiently, because it looks like he's struggling to get words out. "Do you-" he stops, looking away, then continues, "the angel ornaments. Do you think?..."

You remember that stall: beautiful porcelain angels of varying sizes all on gold thread. "I think she'd love it," you say.

"You're lying to me."

You're not- you think she'd love anything from her son, from a lump of coal to an all-inclusive vacation, just because it's from him. "I'm not," you insist. "But if you- if you think there's something better-"

"Fine," Levi interrupts, starting to walk, and you catch up to him. "But if she hates it, I'm blaming you."

"And if she loves it, I'll take full credit," you say pleasantly, and he snorts.