Painting Counties Blue! ○ Wilbur Soot × Reader

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𝟹/𝟻 𝟸:𝟹𝟷𝙿𝙼

The waiter/cashier brings me my banana bread. I offer it to Wilbur, who rejects it with a smile. I know he's probably just being nice.

"I lost my appetite" I utter in a monotone voice. The waiter guy still stands there, beside our table. The Café is surprisingly empty, void from us. That's strange. I gesture for him to sit down. I don't know him, but it doesn't seem like he has anything else to do for the moment.

"You sure?" Wil asks. I confirm with a nod, he then pulls the plate back towards him, ripping a small fraction of bread from one of the two bigger pieces.

"What happened?" The worker sits down beside me. "I heard a commotion" He adds. I look towards him. He wears a pair of glasses, behind the lenses are his dark, shining eyes. He's tall. Taller than me, but not as tall as Wilbur. His facial hair consists of a soul patch, and a neatly trimmed mustache. His hair sits cut at the base of his neck, generally longer than the average male hair style. He topped it off with a dark navy beanie. He's kinda pretty.

"A-ah. Sorry. Was just talking down my bos- I mean coworker" I explain, apologizing as I did so. I hear and witness the man holding in his chuckle.

"Yep. Super funny" I deadpan. Wil munches on his banana bread, quietly observing the conversation.

"Sorry, sorry. Just quit" He suggests.

"That's my source of money, you dip" I shake my head, laughing quietly.

"What's your name?" The taller man interrupts.

"Ash." He replies quietly, "How about you?"

"Wilbur" Wil smiles as he says his name, glancing at me.

"I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you, Ash" I grin, glancing at my instrument beside me. I flick a message to that bloody woman.

Me
You're lucky I wasn't busy.

She reads the text almost immediately. But I don't receive a reply. I sigh, shutting my laptop and zipping it back into the fabric of my guitar case.

"You play?" Utters Ash. I turn to him, slightly confused.

Play what? Is he hitting on me?

"Guitar." He adds. I widen my eyes, looking away as I hide my flaming face. Why do I have such a dirty mind? God, of course he meant guitar.

I notice Wilbur watching me, amused as he eats his bread. He's looking at me almost as if he knows what I'm thinking about. He sends me a sly smirk. I send him a quick glare before turning back to Ash.

"Y-yeah, I do play—guitar" I reply awkwardly.

"What sort?" He asks.

"Acoustic, electric.. you know. What about you?" I request.

"The bass." Wilbur perks up at his admission.

"Are you in a band?" He asks. I roll my eyes. Seriously, how many people has he asked this question?

"No."

"Do you wanna be in one?"

"Yes." Wil looks extremely proud as he hands his phone across the table. Ash seems hesitant, as was I, but Wil convinces him to give him his number.

"When is your shift closing? Y/n and I are going back to this bar so she can watch me perform" Wil explains. I raise my eyebrows.

"Are we, now?" I shoot him a look.

"Yes. We are." He confirms stubbornly.

"We're not getting much business today, for some reason so I'll close up now, the next shift worker can open up again, I'll leave a note" Ash mutters, standing up and returning to behind the counter as he busies himself with whatever.

Wilbur stands as well, circling around the table to me to pick up my guitar case which already has everything packed inside it, and slings it over his shoulder, now holding a hand in front of him to help me up.

Once Ash meets us outside, we begin walking towards the subway station to wait for the next train back to the bar.

"So. What in the world were you doing at the one tiny café I spend my time at?" I ask curiously, looking up at Wil.

"I also go there often. But I've never seen Ash before" He replies.

"Neither" I admit.

"I've seen both of you quite often" Mumbles Ash from my other side. I immediately struggle for something to say, and I can tell Wilbur feels guilty also.

Then there's a small chuckle from Ash beside us as he starts to laugh at our reactions.

"I only started recently, that's why you've hardly seen me" He explains, gripping to his bag straps.

"Oh that makes sense" Wil mumbles as we descend down the steps into the station, clasping my hand as we do so.

Why is he suddenly holding my hand? Does he think I need assistance? Support? Maybe he thinks I'm still a bit lightheaded from earlier, when he saw me last, I was slightly unstable. Maybe he's holding it in a matter of comfort, from my stressful phone call just moments ago. Or maybe perhaps he's seeking comfort?

I squeeze his hand back anyway, just in case it's the latter. He looks at me as we sit down to wait for the train. I look back up at him, not receiving my usual distaste of prolonged eye contact. It feels similar to the way he was staring at me earlier at the bar.

"I'm glad that you'll be able to see my other two shows" He says, his hand big and warm as it envelopes my own.

"How come?" I ask softly, not breaking eye contact. I see a slight grin edge his lips.

"To show off obviously. What else? I'll show you that you won't regret joining the band. Also Lee will be stoked to see you before her shift is up" He smiles fondly. It's honestly so adorable.

The loud echo of mechanics against the rails cuts through my next words. I forget about the small conversation as we stand up, knowing that the train is about to come into view.

And as it rounds the corner and stops at the little tunnels window, Wil leads us over, for some reason still gripping my palm. I don't say anything. It's not like I don't like it.

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