Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 47

Sorry it's messy, but this is what their nights look like most of the time, lol.

Alastor's POV

Fawn's hand held mine loosely while we walked through the park.

This is one of her favorite places to come when we're out, and I don't have any objections to that.

It was a lovely afternoon, after all. Why waste it cooped up inside?

She also likes to people watch, regularly pointing out to me which women she thinks are wearing something nice, or which ones she thinks are pretty.

She always has something nice to say about everyone.

"Oh, Al look at her! Such a pretty handbag..."

"Those earrings are to die for, oh my god..."

"That skirt looks so good on her, don't you think?"

She often seems to think I have an opinion to share as well, but really, I see all these women as bland.

Not a face in the crowd shines quite as bright as hers.

But I do humor her, humming in agreement to appease her. I'll add in things like, "not as pretty as you," or "it would look better on you, darling."

These comments make her blush, much to my enjoyment.

The park itself was quite full today. It's nearing October, and the weather is cooling off, so more people are beginning to venture out.

My smile was wide as we walked, but I was beginning to feel exhausted from all the attention we were getting.

I used to love the attention, but now that I have Fawn I feel like I have plenty...

I just want to enjoy the day with her.

Alas, it's but a consequence of being the best radio host in this half of the United States.

I'm number one in 40 states...maybe one day I'll get all 48.

More and more people are beginning to say hello to her. Especially after her segment the other day, everyone and their mother wants to meet the soft voice that spoke through their talk boxes.

I'm not sure how she feels about the attention...if it bothers her, she hides it well. However, I do see how she moves closer to me when we're approached by a stranger.

Suddenly, a soft voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey, Al,"

I looked down at her, "yes?"

She pointed at something, directing my attention that towards it, "isn't that Lilian?"

The figure she was referring to was a bit far off, and I had to squint slightly to focus on them.

Sure enough, there was our office secretary, Lilian.

She had a stroller positioned at her side, and I noticed she was also talking to someone...what looked like an older woman.

From the looks of it, the conversation was not pleasant. Lilian looked exasperated, almost desperate.

Then, finally, the dramatic display ended and the old woman departed from the scene. She looked apologetic, and I was curious about what had happened.

Lilian's shoulders deflated, and I glanced down at Fawn. She had a soft pout on her face, seeming to be interested as well.

"Shall we go and check on her?" I suggested, rerouting our path towards the woman in question.