We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Convenient encounter

Continuation from the previous chapter and I'm still listening to 'we fell in love in October' by girl in red :)
I love this song so much :')
I skipped to Mirror Masa at around 1,800 words though :)
For the final part I was listening to Overwhelmed and I can't handle change :)

Also I'm going to start brining your stand into this, I have a rough idea of what it's powers are and the conditions for you being able to use it well, but I'm still working on that so I'll probably put that in the next chapter! :)

Heads up this is a long one, 2,500 ish words so enjoy :)
Also I started proof reading and got half way through so I apologise again :)

' "Ahhh yes, I thought I saw something down here, are those yours?", he asked looking back at you while pointing his finger down the side of the machine.
Wow. His voice wasn't exactly a deep rumble but it was definitely something. You felt yourself getting embarrassed and lifted your hand to scratch the back of your neck anxiously before moving forward to check behind the machine.

To your delight they were there!' '

You knelt down on your hands and knees and stretched your arm across the floor behind the machine.

'Just a little further...' You silently prayed to yourself that you would be able to reach.

You tried again, this time stretching your leg out as you did so, in an attempt to become longer. You still couldn't reach.

'Should I risk it...? ...He could be a stand user...', you weighed up the odds in your head.

'Okay! I'll get closer so I can hide it with my body, then I'll quickly reach out and grab them... do it in one movement, you've got this!' After your mental pep-talk you decided to go for it. You turned so that your back was now facing the Polka man and switch hands so your positioning would look believable.

'...aaand.... now!' The arm of your stand quickly appeared, dragging them just close enough for you to grab but not to the point where it would look like you were just handed them. You sighed happily as you pulled your arm back to your body and stood up from the dusty corner, brushing your knees free of any dirt.

You adjusted your stance and turned to face Mr. Polka. You could feel your hair starting to come loose.

"Thank you mr....sir...?" You said rather awkwardly.

"Ah, I'm Bucciarati, Bruno Bucciarati.... although I do appreciate Mr. Sir, it has a ring to it", he replied cheekily, placing his hand on his hip and shifting his weight to one foot. You looked away, acknowledging his humour.

"Well then thank you Mr. Bucciarati sir, I'll be heading home now, so enjoy your night..." As you shot back your reply you looked down at his feet where a large basket filled with an abundance of foods. You looked at him inquiringly, wondering who he could be shopping for, he certainly seemed old enough to be living alone, but you doubted he was married, he seemed so young. That and you had already checked for a wedding ring ;)

"Oh! Well, I have some... roommates, we just came back from a... job. They were hungry so I stopped in here to get something to keep us going until we reach home." He answered your questioning gaze, ever so slightly taken aback at your nickname.

'Wait a minute... he couldn't mean...?' You averted your eyes while thinking to yourself before listening to what he was saying.

"Actually, one of them wanted some water, you would think he would've been cool enough in a crop top... the vending machine doesn't seem to have any... I don't suppose there's an isle I've missed out is there...?" He looked over to see if you could provide an answer, only to see your eyes slightly widened and looking towards the entrance of the shop as if surprise.