Italic parentheses are spoken in Spanish
You're with your friend in the elevator on the way to her apartment, and once again, her blind neighbor gets on with you. It's a shame you didn't pay better attention in your Spanish class. He's cute and it's the only language you've ever heard him speak. Your friend is still conversational, so she always talks to him, and you're left to stand there awkwardly.
"So, you only speak Spanish?" You finally ask him.
(Pretend you do, it'll be funny) Your friend says to him. "Sorry, I was translating for him."
(Come on, that's mean.) He responds.
(It's okay, she's got thick skin)
He sighs. (You better not be lying)
"So are you two just talking now?" You ask.
"Sorry. He says he wishes he was more fluent in English. I told him it's okay, and he apologized again."
"That sounded like a lot more than that. Or is that the condensed version?"
"Yeah."
You analyze her for a minute before you (foolishly) believe her. "Alright. He's cute."
Her eyes widen. (Matthew, my friend—)
You elbow her. "Stop it right now." You warn her.
"Relax, I wouldn't do that to you."
You look between them, trying to contain their laughter. "Alright, I'm not a complete idiot guys."
"What? I'm laughing at you getting all flustered. You never do that."
"Then what's he laughing at?"
(She wants to know why you're laughing.) Your friend 'translates'.
(You know when you don't get a joke, but you laugh anyway, like second-hand laughter?)
Your friend relays his sentence to you
"Sure..."
"That's what he's doing."
You nod. "I see." The elevator opens and you walk out, your friend and her neighbor following.
"Adiós." Matt smiles and waves before unlocking his door and walking in.
"Oh, I got that one!" You say, before saying bye to him.
She laughs. "I'm so proud." She pauses. "But you know he can't see you waving, right?"
"Shut up." You chide. "So what's his name again?"
"Matt."
— A few weeks later —
You go to your friend's apartment more often than not, and you've been running into Matt almost every time. According to your friend, they get off work around the same time.
"Wait, so he speaks no English at all?" You ask as you get in the elevator with her.
"He knows a couple things like hi, what's your name? Where's the bathroom?"
You nod.
(Hold the elevator) You hear Matt call.
Even you got that one, so you press the button to hold the doors.
"Gracias." He says as he gets in.
"De nada."
He turns to your friend. (You think it's time we tell her?)
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Matt Murdock Shorts
FanfictionJust what it says on the tin, Matt Murdock/reader shorts. I do take requests if you have an idea.
