Coffee house ~ dinluke au

Chapter 6- Horrified

Din Djarin's point of view:

My eyes scrunched shut as I slowly pushed myself up on my sofa bed. Funny, I hadn't woken up with neck pain today, maybe my sofa bed wasn't broken? I felt a soft pillow beneath my head and a warm duvet. This isn't my bed?

I quickly opened my eyes and frantically looked around the room, plain bare walls and an entirely beige room. Where was I? I stood up quickly and blood rushed to my head, this was defiantly a hangover. And a bad one.

I looked down to see clothes that weren't mine and my own were in a pile in the corner. What was going on?

Curious to find out where I was, I opened the door and stepped outside to see an unfamiliar corridor. It was quite grand and large and I saw a few chandeliers. Chandeliers?

My bare feet touched the cold marble stairs and I descended down them. Carefully, I walked through the large foyer worried about breaking an of the (minimal) glass decorations.

While looking around, I heard hums coming from a room and decided to follow the sound. Walking through a fancy mat black door I was met with a sight that I'd didn't want to see early in the morning with a hangover.

Luke Skywalker.

Cooking breakfast? Shirtless?!

Frozen in the doorway my hand remained on the door know. As he hummed he looked to his side to see me and jumped. "Oh. Your awake." He held up the spatula.

"What?" Was the only word I could form. I had so many questions however I seemed to of forgotten the English language. My (kind of) boss was standing in front of me, humming while making breakfast shirtless. What on earth?!

"Ugh." His face crumpled with disgust, "Just sit down." He demanded.

Not turning my back to him I shuffled my way over to a glass dining table and sat down. I watched him fascinated with wide eyes and he flipped something in a pan.

He came over with two plates placing one in front of me and one in front of him. "I'm not happy about this by the way." He told me picking up his knife and fork.

"Happy about what? What's going on? Why am I here?" I asked looking around his (boring) mega mansion.

"About cooking you breakfast. About being dragged out of my home at one am to pick you up. About changing you!" He raised his voice.

"You changed me?!" I asked alarmed slamming my fist down on the table.

"Yes! I wasn't going to leave you with sick down your shirt to lie in my bed you know?!" He shouted back at me placing his knife and fork back down.

"I threw up?" It took me a minute to register the other thing he had said, "I was sleeping in your bed?!" This morning got more and more horrifying, devastating and embarrassing.

"Yes! All my spare rooms are currently being renovated!" She yelled.

This whole conversation could of been done without shouting, but what was the fun in that?

"Ugh!" I remarked. "Did you sleep in there as well?"

"Of course not! Why would I want to sleep with you? I slept on my sofa." His face crumpled up bitterly.

"Good!" I snapped.

"Good!" He sat back in his chair and said the next words exhausted and lazily, "Just eat your food. I don't want it going to waste."

Although I didn't want to... I did. We ate in silence, this all could of been avoided if one of us ate somewhere else but I suppose Luke wouldn't was the food to ruin his cow skin sofas. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

He glanced up, shook his head and looked off to the side when he saw my face.

Once I was finished I took my plate over to the sink and began to wash it up. "What are you doing?" Luke cocked his head up from the table.

"Washing up? Do you want me to do yours to, Sir." I mocked.

"No. Just... just put it in the dishwasher obviously. Like everyone else." He asked confused.

"Huh?" Looked down below the sink and sure enough there it was. What a pleasant surprise. I opened it and placed it inside.

"Sit back down." He said.

"Alright." I laughed. "Pushy." I muttered under my breath.

"I'll ignore that you said that and won't put another hundred onto your debt." His nose twitched at me. Regretful, I nodded and kept my head down. "Your here so I might as well keep you here all day until we go to the office."

Without hesitation, my head snapped up, "What?! No!"

"Well theres no point in taking you home. Waste of fuel." He shrugged.

"Oh and as if that matters to you." I rolled my head.

"Thats not the point!" He snapped back, his back straightening leaning towards me.

"I'll walk home!" I shouted, getting up pushing the chair backwards.

I had no idea why I was reacting to little things like this. Maybe it was the alcohol? Maybe it was his attitude? Maybe it was my- never mind. Cautiously, I hit my lips awaiting his well throughout out, bitter response.

With no emotion, not even looking at me, he uttered, "Get your things."

Without hesitation, I spun around on my heels and back up the marble stairs. While he wasn't here to watch me I thought about the crazy morning I had just had. Waking up in a millionaire home was not normal. I suppose my life had completely turned around from normal now though.

I picked up my clothes and put my shoes on and then made my way downstairs. Luke was waiting by the door with some keys. We left and he said, "Get in the car." He want giving me anger, rage, he was expressionless.

It was the most silent car ride I have ever experienced. The only time we spoke was when I told him where I needed to go. He seemed to shudder when I told him the street I lived on.

When we pulled up he looked at the building, fascinated? Confused? Disgusted?

"This is where you live?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

In a rush to get out I uncouple my seatbelt, "Yep." And jumped out the car.

I didn't look back as I walked towards my apartment building. However, Luke didn't drive away. He stayed. In his car.

Once I was inside I looked outside the reception window and he was gone.

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Awww childish hatred :)