𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐲|| 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐

Y/n kept living in Hobie's house. She was so gratefuyl to him that she wanted to give him something in return since she literally took his bed, but he didn't mind. Actually he believed she didn't need to do anything, because it was a pleasure to host her there.
But she eventually decided she wanted to do something. So she decided eventually to find a job. It was difficoult but at the end she ended up being a waitress in a reasturant. Like that she put some money away for herself, and the other part she could pay for the food and other stuff she was going to share with Hobie. He didn't mind since he was usual to steal things, but he was actually happy she would show him gratitude.
Sometimes she would clean around when she didn't have to work, other time she would cook. They couldn't go on with noodles and sandwitches.
And that was one of those nights where she didn't have to work, and Hobie was out playing with his band in a bar. He invited her to see them, but she thought that she was better home doing something to eat for both of them. So there she was, cutting some fresh tomatoes on the table, in background there was some vinile she picked and put it to play.
In the kitchen, she decided to make some salad with tomatoes, olives, mais and carrots. On the stove she decided to put some meat she bought last day at the supermarket. She wasn't a chef, but something to keep live was something she could do, without poisoning somebody.

Meanwhile Hobie finished his exibition, as he said bye to his bandmates which were heading home. Before they went away, they teased him of having a good night home. That was because Y/n was there. Of course in a group of boys, when you were around a girl, they would tease you about it whenever you liked her or not. It was a boy thing. Usual.
Usually they would tease by "Say hi to Y/n by us" or "How's she doing?" or else "Don't be wild home".
He would usually ignore them, or reming them that they didn't have any girl home.
He knew they were idiots, he knew they were boys.
That night he got home, carring his guitar on  his back, as he closed the door. He took out the money he earned in a secret spot in the wall beside him. He took off the guitar, putting it next the door and the jacked was in the wardrobe. Just then he smelled something so good, that made his stomach make a sound.
He walked in the kitchen, seeing her cooking, adding salt to the salad as the meat was ready. SHe turned when she saw a shadow, seeing him standing at the door.
<<Hey, was was the concert?>> she asked, as she put the meat in the plates.
He nodded <<Not bad, people got crazy about us.>> then nodded towards her <<What we eating love?>>.
<<I made some meat and salad for tonight. Ah I forgot to put the tablecloth->> but as she mentioned it, Hobie was putting it on, adding a couple of forks and glassed. He hated seeing her doing all she was a housewife. He didn't mind. It was lovely to have her around like this but he hated by seeing her do all the job just because he was a host.
Then they got sat down and they ate some food, talking about their day. Hobie spoke a bit about the concert, the people and all. He wasn't the type of talk talk talk. But she was, and he liked listening to her. Her day, what she did, what she read, what she saw. He was always interested in what she said. Her voice was like a melody to his ears, he would never get tired of it.
After dinner, it was pretty late, and she was so tired. But she eventually stood up, collecting the plated to clean them. But Hobie stopped her, holding her wrist <<No love, my turn.>>.
<<But you are tired.>>
<<I am, so are you.>> he said <<You cooked, and that was perfect love. Now it's my turn, go sleep hm?>>.
<<That's not fair.>>
<<How so?>> he churckled and stood up.
<<You worked.>>
<<And you cleaned and cooked. Let the dishes go.>>.
She was stubborn, but she knew Hobie would go like this for the whole night, so she gave up <<Fine, okay. But tomorrow I'll do it.>>.
<<We'll see.>> he said as if it was a bet.
As she was heading out of the kichen, he called her, making her turn.
There he was, standing close, looking down at her. He looked at her without saying anything, until he asked a <<Can I?>>.
Can I what? He didn't specificate it, he didn't say what he could do. But in that moment, that questiondidn't pop in her mind. She looked up at him, as if he was the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Maybe he was, in that moment he surely was. She felt her cheeks going of fire, getting warm and she was sure they were as red as a tomato. And he was the reason.
She nodded. She nodded at the question "Can I?". He didn't know what, she didn't even care in that momen. Yes he could do it, anything he wanted.
But he didn't move, tilted his head. He wanted a response, a verbal one.
She nodded again <<Yes, you can.>>.
And he leaned in, kissing her in a gentle way. It wasn't a complicated kiss, just lips against lips. It wasn't even so long, maybe a couple of seconds. But Y/n mind was fucked up already, feeling as if it lasted minutes, never wanting it to stop.
When Hobie pulled back, she looked at him with sparkling eyes. He smirked gently <<Go love, go to sleep. Good night.>> he strocked her cheek with his fingers, before going to the sink and washing the dishes, as Y/n went to bed, surprised by that unexpected kiss.