The taste of cherries - [ William Afton x Reader ]

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9 / 3 / 1983

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Your heart started beating faster at the sudden yet so delicate touch of another persons hand on yours. It wasn't something you were used to. So suddenly you didn't appreciate it as much as your body wanted you to.

Your eyes snapped to look up at the person who bothered you, thinking it was some kind of creep.  But it was the man from earlier this week, if you remember correctly this man was the father of that little boy from Monday. You snapped out of thought when he moved his hand from yours to your shoulder. You looked at him then at the cashier.

"You got that, Kate?", He smiled.

"Sure Mr. Afton, No prob!", she chuckled texan accent ringing out the more she spoke, then turned to the kitchen behind her and called out your order. 

Mr. Afton? Wait... Afton? Isn't that the guy that sells that stupidly expensive franchise everyone buys across USA? Suddenly it all made sense why you recognized him now; he was the guy from those TV ads.

You and Mr. Afton looked at each-other in the eyes for a more than a second, probably both deep in thought, snapping out you excused yourself.  "Er thanks, you shouldn't have.. I have my money with me.",  you mutter out awkwardly and took your food once you noticed it ready on the counter, he noticed and led you to a table near the window.

"I do not deny the fact that you have the money for your food.", He grinned as he sat across from you at the table. "I just wanted to give back the act of kindness from you.", not wanting to admit you caught his eye.

"Ah, Well thanks, again.. er.. Mr Afton was it?", You looked him the eyes for a second offering him a small polite smile in return but quickly looking away and having a sip of your slushie.

"Ah yes, how rude of me to not introduce myself earlier. The name's William Afton. It's a pleasure meeting you..? ",

"Uh- It's [Y/n] [L/n].. And the pleasure is mine", You sigh, already wanting to be left alone from this over friendly guy.

You had to admit to it, his British accent wasn't the worst... but it certainly wasn't something you were used to. You didn't mind it too much though, the softness of his masculine voice wasn't all too bad.

"Say, Mrs. [L/n] are you new here? I've never seen you here before. other than last Monday's encounter.", He tilted his head to the side a little, assuming you were married.

Mrs. [L/n]???? OH YOU WISH. But your sad little arse cant even find friends, nevertheless a boyfriend.

"A-ah... Uhm I'm actually not married, but you can call me [Y/n], and uhm sort of? I moved here like a couple months ago.. But I haven't really gone out lately so I guess not many people know me.", You explained before savouring a bit of your 1st slice of pizza.

"Oh? How come such a lovely little lady like you doesn't have a husband? what about a lov- er-r.. Pardon me, I didn't mean to sound so nosy..!", He flushed a little at his remarks and subtle flirt, scratching the back of his neck.

"uhh... It's fine, I guess..", You tried to give him a reassuring smile.

He sighed, rubbing his cheek with his knuckles, then running his fingers through his messy brown hair. "I do apologise, it was quite out of pocket from me- I-I don't usually blurt out such nonsense.", he tried to explain himself, almost sounding like a school boy.

 You both looked at each other, feeling a little awkward. He didn't seem like your usual creep, but you never know. Maye he had taken an interest and was too weird to ask like a proper adult.

Just as you were about to mutter something so it wasn't too quiet running was heard and a mess of brown hair similar to Williams came over to the two of you.

"Fatha!", The little boy came up to William.

And so you met the Aftons.

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