You froze, desperately hoping that he didn't see you, but it was too late. He had almost continued walking, but as he glanced into the window, your eyes met. He had pulled his gaze away for a brief moment, but did a double take, your eyes meeting again. He smiled, waving to you, and rushed to the door of the cafe. You buried your face into your hands. Why, why now? Did the universe really hate you that much?
The small bell above the entrance chimed and in unison, you heard Mettaton call out to you. “Oh, darling!”
You looked up from your hands, watching him walk over to you, the rest of the room grew quiet, hearing whispers replace the louder chatter.
“Are you all alone, honey?” He asked as he reached your table.
You nodded, replying “Y-Yeah.”
Mettaton slid off the hot pink, short, trench coat he was wearing and set it on the back of the chair adjacent to you. “Well don't go anywhere. I'm going to grab a drink.”
Not responding, you watched him walk over to the counter to order whatever it was he was going to get. You put a hand to your chest, taking a few deep breaths. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Maybe while being with him, you could figure out what the hell you liked about him so much that made you so obsessed with him.
After a few minutes passed, Mettaton strutted his way back over to you and sat himself down, setting his to-go cup on the table. You assumed he wasn't staying long.
“It’s been so long darling, how have you been?” He asked with a smile.
Your eyes darted down as your fingers twirled around the tassels of the scarf you were wearing. “I-I've been fine.” You simply replied.
“Oh honey, there must be more than that.” He pushed further, wanting to hear more than just vague descriptions.
You stopped playing with your scarf and put your hands together on the table, sat up straight and looked up to him. You had to stop being so goddamn timid all the time and try to have a real conversation with this … sparkly robot man. “I-I've been alright … I mean, how much more exciting can someone's life get when they work in a library all the time?” You asked.
“Well, you like it, don't you?” He asked.
“I mean, the work is pretty easy and the pay is good, so-” you began, except he cut you off.
“Yes yes, but do you like it?” He asked, emphasizing the like.
You weren't really sure how to respond. Yeah, you liked it, the environment was really nice and all, but think you knew what he was really trying to ask.
“I like it, but it's not my passion.” You replied, picking up your cup and drinking the last of your hot chocolate.
That seemed to spark his interest, for a split second, you could have sworn his pupil turned into an exclamation point. “Well then, what is?” He asked, leaning in closer to you.
You blushed and glanced down. “U-Um … I’m an artist.” You replied and looked back up to him. “An illustrator.”
Okay, you knew you weren't seeing things, it seemed as if his pupil turned into a star upon hearing the words escape your mouth. He smiled even more and responded “Oh, dear, that's wonderful, you’ll have to show me your portfolio sometime, I’d love to see it.”
You simply nodded in response.
“Perhaps sometime I could even introduce you to my cousin.” he suggested “They’re an artist as well, well not the kind that you are, they makes wonderful music.”
“Oh uh, sure, why not.” You say with a shrug.
“Delightful!” Mettaton exclaimed, clapping his gloved hands together.
คุณแช่แข็ง หมดหวังว่า เขาไม่เห็นคุณ แต่มันก็สายเกินไป เขาเกือบได้ยังคงเดิน แต่เป็นเขา glanced ลงในหน้าต่าง ตาตาม เขาได้ดึงสายตาของเขาออกไปช่วงสั้น ๆ แต่ไม่ได้ถ่ายแบบคู่ ดวงตาของคุณอีกครั้ง เขายิ้ม โบกให้คุณ และรีบวิ่งไปประตูของคาเฟ่ คุณสามารถฝังใบหน้าลงในมือของคุณ ทำไม ทำไม ต้องตอนนี้ ไม่จักรวาลเกลียดคุณมากว่า Chimed กระดิ่งบริเวณทางเข้า และในเวลาเดียวกัน คุณได้ยิน Mettaton โทรออกให้คุณ "โอ้ ดาร์ลิ่ง! " คุณมองขึ้นมาจากมือของคุณ ดูเขาเดินผ่านคุณ ส่วนเหลือของห้องโตเงียบ ได้ยิน whispers แทนการพูดจาไร้สาระเสียงดังขึ้น "คุณอยู่คนเดียว น้ำผึ้ง" เขาถามเป็นเขาถึงตารางของคุณ คุณพยักหน้า ตอบกลับ "Y-ใช่" Mettaton กระดานปิดชมพูร้อน สั้น เสื้อกันฝนเขาใส่ และตั้งอยู่ด้านหลังของเก้าอี้ติดกับคุณ "ไม่ไปที่ใดก็ได้ด้วย ผมจะคว้าเครื่องดื่ม" คุณไม่ตอบสนอง เห็นเขาเดินผ่านไปที่เคาน์เตอร์เพื่อสั่งมันเป็นสิ่งที่เขาจะรับ คุณใส่มือหน้าอกของคุณ การหายใจลึกบางอย่าง ทีนี้จะไม่เลว บางทีขณะกับเขา คุณสามารถหาอะไรนรกที่คุณชอบเกี่ยวกับเขามากที่ทำคุณจึงหมกมุ่นอยู่กับเขา หลังจากผ่านไปไม่กี่นาที Mettaton strutted เขาย้อนกลับไปถึงคุณ และนั่งเองลง การตั้งถ้วยเขายังตาราง คุณถือว่า เขาไม่ได้พักยาว “It’s been so long darling, how have you been?” He asked with a smile. Your eyes darted down as your fingers twirled around the tassels of the scarf you were wearing. “I-I've been fine.” You simply replied. “Oh honey, there must be more than that.” He pushed further, wanting to hear more than just vague descriptions. You stopped playing with your scarf and put your hands together on the table, sat up straight and looked up to him. You had to stop being so goddamn timid all the time and try to have a real conversation with this … sparkly robot man. “I-I've been alright … I mean, how much more exciting can someone's life get when they work in a library all the time?” You asked. “Well, you like it, don't you?” He asked. “I mean, the work is pretty easy and the pay is good, so-” you began, except he cut you off. “Yes yes, but do you like it?” He asked, emphasizing the like. You weren't really sure how to respond. Yeah, you liked it, the environment was really nice and all, but think you knew what he was really trying to ask. “I like it, but it's not my passion.” You replied, picking up your cup and drinking the last of your hot chocolate. That seemed to spark his interest, for a split second, you could have sworn his pupil turned into an exclamation point. “Well then, what is?” He asked, leaning in closer to you. You blushed and glanced down. “U-Um … I’m an artist.” You replied and looked back up to him. “An illustrator.” Okay, you knew you weren't seeing things, it seemed as if his pupil turned into a star upon hearing the words escape your mouth. He smiled even more and responded “Oh, dear, that's wonderful, you’ll have to show me your portfolio sometime, I’d love to see it.” You simply nodded in response. “Perhaps sometime I could even introduce you to my cousin.” he suggested “They’re an artist as well, well not the kind that you are, they makes wonderful music.” “Oh uh, sure, why not.” You say with a shrug. “Delightful!” Mettaton exclaimed, clapping his gloved hands together.
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