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[Unexpected Date] Medic X Reader

Just as he was about to get away, you let your mouth slip, saying, "Wait!"

He paused, and turned his head to face you ever his shoulder, trying to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "Vhat is it?" The late evening sun barely glowed on his expectant face.

You shifted a bit, wringing your hands, looking up at his form as he turned to face you. His posture was extremely straight and tall, and his silvery eyes looked down at you brightly. You didn't want to seem like you were desperate, but you wanted him to stay.

Just to make my date jealous. Your mind justified your actions.

"Well, I was wondering.. if it's not too weird, if you'd like to accompany me somewhere tonight, to help 'cure' my broken heart?" It was an unspoken form of showing interest, and his eyes flew wide.

"And vhere vould zhat be?" His lips curled into a bright, pearly smile, and it was too cute.

"I'm not sure... what's your idea of a fun evening?"

"Vell, now zhat you mention it, my dove, let me see..."

The man started to list off a few cliché places, counting on his fingers. He went from movie theaters, to fishing, to laser tag, to carnivals, moonlit boat rides, even playing Yahtzee at your place. All the while, you started to shiver, and you clutched your arms across your chest to try and keep warm. All that you were wearing was a nice (date attire of choice), and you didn't want to have those cliché moments where he threw his coat around you or something.

...but something inside you almost did. Either that or weather just hated you.

"....and I zhink zhat's it." He turned to you, to see you shivering, and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

Now's your chance! Your internal voice was screeching at you to say yes.
"What? Pff, nooo..." you denied it best you could. You didn't want to trouble him, but at the same time you wanted him to insist on warming you..

He chuckled.

"I am a man für cliché's, after all. Vell, more of a sucker for zhem.." his white jacket came off, and on you it plopped. He was left in a long sleeve shirt and red tie, with his sleeves left rolled at his elbows. He put his cold hands halfway into his brown pants pockets, thumbs sticking out, and shifted on his feet.

"My lady, vhat vill it be? Somezhing romantic, somezhing cheesy?  I'm out of ideas. Do you haff any?"

"Well, how about learning each other's names first?" You suggested with a small grin. He beamed.

"My name ist Fritz." He stood tall and proud.

"(L/n). (F/n) (L/n)." You held out your arm for a handshake and gave him the 'James Bond' look.

"Vell, I didn't need to know your whole name, (Y/n).." He raised an eyebrow, but shook your hand firmly anyway.

"No, no, no, it was a reference to James," You saw the confused look on his face, " ah, nevermind. We were talking about places to go, correct?"

"...Yeah, do you haff any ideas?" The small smile curved at the corner of his mouth returned in a flash.

"Well, you said you like cheesy stuff, right..?" You cocked your head slightly, looking up at him with a cheeky grin.