Fics like Perfect Blend

It was a Tuesday afternoon and particularly quiet as Hanzo Shimada perched on his stool behind the counter of Hanamura Fine Teas, only paying partial attention to the magazine he was reading. Or rather, looked like he was reading. His mind was elsewhere in that unfocused sort of way that happened sometimes, where if anyone had asked him what he was thinking about, he wouldn’t have been able to tell them. The door chimed and Hanzo looked up, first glad for the distraction and then slightly startled as a dog walked into his shop. It took him a full three seconds to register the service vest it was wearing, and he immediately quashed the initial protests that had attempted to make its way to his mouth, eyes flicking over from the vest to the pair of cowboy boots that had followed the dog in, traveling past some sort of western wear to a ruggedly handsome face that suddenly had all of his attention.

Fics like Perfect Blend

You may also like