Lady Luck: Hoodie x Reader

Chapter 7

          Click, clack, click, clack...

           The keys of the keyboard noisily clicked as Hoody typed away, his gaze focused on the screen with an intense concentration. For once his mask was absent, stuffed into his pocket to avoid rousing attention while he used the computer at a public library. He had his own laptop for personal use, acquired from the belongings of a very forgetful camper, but he didn't usually have an internet connection. And while he could always take it to a McDonald's to get wi-fi or something, he'd rather not risk the laptop being traced.

           Opening YouTube, he was vaguely surprised to find the site had changed a lot since his last visit. YouTube always seemed to be undergoing redesigns or revamps. Hopefully it wouldn't affect his account or ability to use it, but after logging in he was happy to find the "Upload" button right in the upper corner. A page loaded demanding the file to be uploaded before he could move on. Fine by him.

          At this point he plugged a zip drive into the computer, waiting for the icon to appear on the desktop's background before opening it. A blank folder greeted him, empty save for a single icon titled "IMHERE.mp4". A smirk crossed his face at the sight as he switched back to YouTube and started uploading the file. As he waited for it to process, he filled out the title portion with a single word:

          "WAITING"

          ~*~

          True to his word, my little lunch date with Tim was nothing like a date. If this were his actual idea of a first date, there wouldn't be a second one. Fast food restaurants aren't exactly "romantic"—and this is doubly true if that place is also part of a gas station. It's convenient for people on road trips, sure, but actually eating inside them isn't too appealing. Gas stations aren't known for their hygiene, after all, and fast food places aren't known for their incredible meal. So, no, nothing romantic about this lunch.

          Tim himself proved to be a pretty chill guy. It didn't take long for me to determine that he wasn't a creeper, showing no signs of making a move or anything. Overall, he was just your regular average Joe. We just sat at table in a back corner, chatting lightly about whatever happened to cross our minds. "So, you've seen branches fall like that before?" Tim asked, and I nodded as I took a sip of (fav drink).

          "Yep. In third or fourth grade my class went on a field trip to some nearby woods. Nature walk and all that junk. While we were walking along we heard that same sound, and then a giant tree branch fell on the trail in front of us. Landed just a few feet away from the teacher, too. Luckily no one got hurt, but still, pretty freaky. Half the kids just bolted screaming that the forest was going to fall down on them."

          Even as I spoke I felt the memories coming back, the cries of my classmates filling the air as the teachers tried to calm us down. Yep, that was one lovely field trip. While it was pretty unusual, the incident itself was pretty small in comparison to all the other stuff I'd seen. Other than the cracking sound the branch made before falling, I found it barely worth remembering and pretty insignificant. However, the look on Tim's face said he felt otherwise.