Our Secret (Quackity x Fem!OC)

As the World Caves In

suggested song: as the world caves in by matt maltese

january third, 2020

.. 3:30 p.m. ..

she had finished her shift, slowly taking her name tag off and putting it into her locker. she took a deep breath in and out, leaving her workplace and heading towards her home. it was a peaceful day, except for the mass amounts of lunch-time customers. other than that, it was rather calm. until she got a call.

"uh, hello?" amitola asked, dreading if it was kale. 

"uh hi. i got this number from your coworker."

"and who are you?"

"i'm the guy that was wearing a beanie!" he seemed excited.

ami thought back to her workday, slightly remembering the guy he must've been. "were you the one who went there with the colorful hoodie and white shirt people?"

"yeah, that's me." he said confidently.

"alright, why'd you get my number? kinda creepy." 

"cause i thought you looked cute." he giggled after his small flirt.

"oh really? but you couldn't say it to my face?" 

"well wouldn't i be weird then?" he retorted.

"what's weirder is that i don't even know your name." she giggled.

"oh, yeah. i'm alexis, but most people call me alex." 

"well hello alexis, i'm amitola. most people call me ami though." 

"pretty name."

"thanks. i'm gonna hang up now." 

"wait!"

"what?" ami asked.

"don't forget to add my contact in."

"okay, sure. now i gotta go, i'm a busy person."

"bye!" he nearly yelled cheerily as she hung up.

great, she thought. another crazy person in my life.

.. 4:15 p.m. ..

she continued to walk, getting closer to her apartment building. as she opened the doors and walked in, she hit the elevator buttons and waited. she got on and waited for her floor. once she reached it, she quickly walked to her door and unlocked it. she sighed, stretching her limbs before moving towards her kitchen, aching for some type of food.  she scoured her fridge, only find some pre-cooked chicken and eggs. she had to get to the grocery store soon. she picked up the chicken, setting it on the counter and headed to her pantry, grabbing rice. she plucked the bottle of roasted garlic and herb seasoning from her shelf above her stove, setting it beside the meat. amitola poured the rice into a pot, then went to drip water into it as well. she measured with her finger, rice up to her first knuckle, and then even it out. then her finger on top of the rice, and pour water to the first knuckle again to have good rice. once her rice was prepped on the stove, she turn it to medium-high heat, setting aside a rice spoon to stir it.