Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 19

Y/N Pov :

Lydia and you are walking into Main Street, holding hands. Her palm his a little sweaty, but soft and sweet. Her fingers are barely reaching yours, her hand being smaller than yours. But you don't care. Everything seems just perfect to you.

As you're walking, a few persons stared at you, but you ignored them. You finally arrived to your appartment, and opened the door for Lydia while doing a reverence.

- If the lady could make me the pleasure to go inside...

- Thanks, butler.

- Oh, your wishes are my orders, princess.

She rolled her eyes with a smile, before quickly walking inside, to hide the heat she felt growing on her cheeks.

You closed the door behind you, while she was walking around, taking a look at the place.

- You can wait here, you said while pointing at the couches on the living room. I'll tell you when I'll be done.

She nodded, before jumping on a couch with a joyful scream. You smirked at just how effortlessly she always successes to look cute. You walked inside the kitchen, and took a look at the things you had in reserve : seven eggs, some ham, a pack of smoked bacon, mushrooms, a few herbs, salt, pepper, and paprika.

You knew what you were gonna do : an omelette with pieces of ham, smoked bacon and slices of mushrooms flavored with some herbs.

- Hum, Lydia ? you asked.

- Yeah ?

- Do you have food preferences ? Like vegan or vegetarian ones ?

- No, and I'm not allergic to anything either ! she yelled through the door. But thanks for worrying !

- No problem ! 

You started to launch the cooker on, which was luckily running on gaz. You put a pan on the flames while preparing the eggs. When the eggs were inside the pan, you started to wash the mushrooms with drinkable water, and sliced it on pieces. You put them on the omelette starting to take form. You sliced some ham, and put it with the smoked bacon. Totally absorbed by your tasks, you are naturally doing everything like if you were used to cook everyday. In fact, it was only the first time you did an omelette, but the stake of that meal doped your learning and imagination skills.

The omelette was looking good, as much as you could say. You set the table, and grabbed the salt, pepper and paprika in case she'd want them. Five minutes later, the omelette seemed ready.

- It's done ! you said while opening the door.

- Alright ! Even from here it smells heavenly, she says while jumping off the couch.

Not as much as you.

- Glad to be of service.

She walked inside the kitchen - which you cleaned from all the beer bootles and cigarette stubs - and sat on the chair in front of the window, her ginger hair shining in the bright midday light. She was so fucking gorgeous. You stared at her for a bit, appreciating the reflects of the sun on her hair, her green cat eyes, her little nose, her lips, where dipples always appeared at the corner of them when she was smiling, and her pale skin.

- Hum. You're gonna give me what you prepared or just stare at me all day ?

- I'm actually considering the second option, you answered with a smile.

She blushed while looking away.

You walked to the cooker, and as you grabbed your omelette, you started to worry. Maybe she won't like it. Maybe you made her uncomfortable by hitting on her. Maybe you were too agressive in your way of trying to seduce her. Fucking questions. If only you could read her mind...