You and Makarov were at a local beach just enjoying the view, Until, Makarov pulled out a large watermelon from his cooler.

“Watermelon is your favorite..so eat.”

he cut up the watermelon in small slices thinking you would take your time only to be met with you covered in the sweet cooling juice after just a few minutes.

“I’m surprised Zolotse, in both good and bad ways.”

He sighed as he rolled his eyes and handed you not a napkin, but a towel.