Adventure With You (Bucciarati x Female Reader)

The Event

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual, remember that you promised to help Bucciarati finish the paperwork you left undone.

You wash up and get ready, heading over to his office. As you reached his door, you heard scribbling. Are you kidding me?!

You opened the door without even knocking, to see Bucciarati working away.

He looked up surprised.

"Good morning," he said happily.

Although you weren't happy at all.

"Bucciarati what do you think you're doing?" You asked. You felt like a parent catching their child doing something they shouldn't be.

"I was just finishing up these papers" he said honestly.

You sighed in frustration. "Did you even get any sleep last night like I told you to?!" Anger slipping through your voice.

You weren't mad at him personally, just frustrated at the thought of him overworking himself again.

He sighed in a relaxed manner. "Yes, in fact I did. Your massage really helped me to relax, and because of it I accidentally slept in an hour late." He sheepishly laughed.

You just blushed, unsure of what to say. "F-fine then." You looked away as he smiled sweetly.

"Have you even had breakfast yet?" You asked.

"Hm, not yet."

You sighed. "How have you survived this long without an assistant?"

He chuckled. "Who knows? But I'm grateful for you looking after me," he said genuinely.

You blushed again, all flustered. "I-It's nothing!" You quickly left the room, slamming the door harder than intended.

He smiled to himself. She's so cute when she's flustered like that.

You soon came back to his office, with a large tray in hand. He got up to help you carry a few things and set it on the small circular table at the sitting area by the fireplace.

You two enjoyed a peaceful morning together, sipping on coffee and having some cornetto pastries.

You two worked together, until the afternoon where he let you go off, to get ready for the evening's event.

Trish helped you with your make-up and put your hair into a simple, yet elegant up-do before leaving for her own mission.

It was then time to go, so you headed downstairs to meet up with Bucciarati, Abbacchio, and Mista. The three of them saw you. You looked so beautiful, Bucciarati couldn't help but stare.

"Wow y/n, you clean up great!" Mista exclaimed "what about me, don't I look totally hot in this suit?" He flexed.

You just giggled.

Bucciarati, annoyed with Mista's actions, took both your attention as he cleared his throat.

"We don't have time for messing around. Let's go," he said; him and Abbacchio leaving.

You and Mista looked at each other, giggling once more.

You four were in the car, you and Mista sat in the back, while Abbacchio drove, leaving Bucciarati to sit in the passenger seat.

He looked at you in the rear-view mirror, watching you stare out the window. He couldn't help but smile, wishing he could've been the one to tell you how beautiful you looked.

You all entered the restaurant, heading downstairs to where the party was being held.

There were lots of people there. Some mingling, some standing by the food tables as they sampled, some dancing to the music, and some people already making out in the corners of the room.

You noticed a stage and large doors in the back of the room. You figured those doors were off limits, unless granted access to them.

"Welp, might as well make the most of this" Mista said, as he turned to head to the food table, only for Bucciarati to grab him by the collar, stopping him.

"Don't forget why we're here" he said in a cautious voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay Mr. Worryhead" he said, walking off nonchalantly. Bucciarati sighed.

"Guess I'll go eavesdrop on people." Abbacchio said, walking away, grabbing a glass of wine off from one of the server's trays.

Bucciarati and you stood there.

Two people were being quite noisy behind you as you saw them making out. You felt so awkward.

He grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently, causing you to look up at him. He gave you a reassuring smile.