The taste of cherries - [ William Afton x Reader ]

:17: The drive :17:

01/04/1983

"Lovely?", you chuckled a little embarrassed.

I look okay at's best.

"Gorgeous." I murmured so quietly that it almost felt like you just imagined him saying that.

He cleared his throat and drove down a few lanes and roads, heading somewhere you didn't recognize.

"What do you think of cafes?", he muttered awkwardly, trying to break through the silence in the car.

"Cafe's?", the question certainly stumped you a bit. What were you supposed to think of them? Sometimes they were expensive and had coffee. Was he taking you there? Was he trying to get to know you?

"Dear?", he snapped you out of thought, placing a hand on your thigh.

Your face flushed. Not only did he just put his hand on your thigh, but he also just keeps using those dumb cute pet names.

Sure he was British, but no one uses that many pet names all the time.

"I'm great.", you smiled wryly, cringing when your voice cracked slightly and glanced at the male.

Only now noticing how well dressed he was. With his hair slicked back neatly and a black suit and tie, looking as distinguished as ever.

You almost fell head over heels when he glanced at you with his already pinkish cheeks, warming up to a burnt red. He quickly glanced away and let out a small nervous chuckle.

"That's good to know.", he sighed, his deep voice just making your guts twist. "So what do you think of them?" He mused, trying to just get the conversation going.

"They're... Okay. I guess.", you mutter, but the moment you said that you could see his smile falter.

"-n-not that they're bad!", you tried to add, not wanting to sound like an arse. "I haven't been in one in a while.", you tried to excuse yourself.

He sighed, a little exasperated, and gave you a nervous smile. For a man near his 30s he certainly behaved like a teen.

He finally parked his car in a free parking lot and got out, only to open the door for you.

You gave him a small smile and got out, fixing the bottom of your outfit before turning to him.

You didn't expect to see him just staring at you though. The way his eyes slowly glided up and down you made you feel giddy in the knees. And the way his face heated up leaving his ears pink made you feel like the prettiest lady of them all.

"Uh-h.. let me walk you." He smiled, leading to the door with his arm linked with yours.

A cafe.

It was warm, a nice change to the chilly weather. You stepped inside with him, looking around. It must have been some posh expensive one, since you've never seen it before.

"Where would you like to sit, dear?", he murmured.

The way he spoke felt incredibly intimate, as if the softness and gentle tone of his voice was only for you.

"Anywheres fine.", but you silently didn't want to admit you wanted to sit somewhere a bit further from the others.

"By the window it is then.", he chuckled quietly and led you to a free booth, moving out your chair for you before sitting himself.

You both looked through the menu, before picking out your choices and sharing a light conversation while waiting for a waitress.

"Good evening," she mused, coming along to you two. "What can I get this lovely couple today?", she smiled sweetly.

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