Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Courage

"Come on man, just quit the pining and ask her out already" Marcus says to Wrench quietly whilst nodding his head towards me.

I pretend not to overhear the whole thing to avoid awkwardness, but I'm still feeling it.

"I can't, she's probably not into me, we've been friends for months now, it's probably platonic" Wrench's high tone argues.

"You won't know if you don't try, maybe she's obsessed with you and you don't even know it" Marcus tries to convince Wrench.

"I think she's more interested in a cardboard box than me" Wrench mumbles, shuffling his feet as he stands at the workbench.

"Don't put yourself down like that, hey man, a cardboard box gets soft when it gets wet but you don't" Marcus tries to joke, Wrench just looks at him blankly before saying "Gross M".

As amusing as it is to listen to their babbling, I just wish Wrench would finally ask me out, I've been wanting him to for weeks, and let's say I'm a traditional romantic.

"Okay, you can do this, it's only a small question" I mumble to myself, before plucking up the courage to go ask Wrench out myself.

I walk over and Marcus soon drifts away, winking at Wrench.

Me and Wrench both stand there, the awkward silence stretching on.

"Is there something you needed?" Wrench asks, his voice a higher pitch than usual.

"I-ah, erm..." I anxiously mumble before turning around, "I was wondering if you-you know what nevermind" I say.

A hand pulls me to face Wrench, before he says "You know what, you're like my pinky toe".

I give him a blank yet severely confused look.

He continues, "You're small, cute and I'd probably bang you on the coffee table multiple times" whilst pointing at me.

I completely lose it, my laugh sounds like a baby dinosaur as I screech and happy tears run down my face, I double over laughing before finally gaining my composure, "Wrench, did you just use a pick up line on me?" I ask, still smiling like an idiot.

"Err, did it work? In that case, yeah. If not, then of course not!" He nervously says.

"Yeah it worked, do you wanna go out sometime? Maybe after I could meet your alluring coffee table?" I half joke.

"Fuck yes! Sorry, I mean yeah sure, whatever" Wrench shouts, fist pumping the air before recovering and crossing his arms shrugging.

"Tonight?" I ask.

"Sure, I'll pick you up at seven" Wrench tells me.

I nod before smiling at him and going back to my desk.