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[13] soulmate tattoo au (pt. 3)

((mel do u ever write anything but multi-parts? good god this is worse than ur markiplier imagines))

((also i'm planning five parts for this, are y'all okay with that?))

The restaurant the meeting was set up at was a stylish cafe a block from your building, meaning you and Mr. Nestor could easily walk there. When you two had entered, you both immediately spotted Mr. Patrick at a booth table, accompanied by his wife. You'd met both of them on past projects, they were a lovely couple, cute matching bear tattoos across their wrists.

Mr. Nestor guided you over to the booth, letting you scoot in first. "Hello Ms. Y/L/N, I didn't realize Ethan was bringing a date as well." Mr. Patrick teased your boss, and you put on a tight-lipped smile as his wife chastised him.

"Matthew Patrick!" She smacked him across the chest, just hard enough to get him to shut up.

"It's good to see you again Stephanie." You smiled thankfully at her, and she beamed back.

"I'm glad Ethan brought you, Y/N, these two only ever talk business or video games."

"I'm afraid Y/L/N won't really be a break from that, she's all business." Mr. Nestor patted your shoulder, pride evident in his voice.

This made you sit up straighter, happy that he appreciated your dedication. "However, I don't really know that much about video games, so I might bring you some relief there."

Your boss suddenly gasped from beside you. "You don't play video games? That's it, you're fired!"

Your eyes widened on their own until you looked at your boss to see a mischievous smile that was slowly becoming familiar to you. "Oh no, what ever will I do?" You said sarcastically, opening a menu to browse for something to eat. "Oh, I know! I'll go work for Viner Marketing, Mr. Sanders is always trying get me to fill a position there."

Mr. Nestor narrowed his baby blue eyes at you. "Fine, you're un-fired."

You grinned to yourself, scanning over the sandwich options. "Thanks, Mr. Nestor."

When you looked up to your lunchmates, Stephanie was already looking between you two. "What, Steph? Is there a fly or something?"

"No, I'm just not used to Ethan getting along with his employees so well."

"That's a good point," Mr. Patrick added, jumping back into the conversation. "He always seems to rule with an iron fist, per say."

"What? Who thinks that?" Mr. Nestor blurted out.

"Uh, everyone in the advertising department." You admitted, eyes being caught by his gear tattoo again. "Since you don't let them talk about their soulmate tattoos, I think."

He cocked his head curiously at you. "Do you feel that way too, Y/L/N?"

"Oh no, sir. I like focusing on work. After all, I'm afraid the subject of tattoos is one that I just can't relate to." You shrugged nonchalantly, admitting your lack of soulmate to the table. Not like it was a big secret or anything.

To spare you from their thoughts or judgements, the waitress came over at the perfect time to take your orders. You ordered yourself an avocado BLT and water before handing her your menu and returning to the task at hand. "Speaking of work, this is a lunch meeting for a reason, correct?"

Mr. Nestor returned his demeanor to his usual serious one for business. "Yes, thank you for the reminder, Y/L/N." He folded his hands on the table, focusing on Mr. Patrick. "Tuber Marketing is holding an investor tasting party tomorrow for the bakery chain launching in six months."

"We're investing in that, right Stephanie?" The other man asked his wife, and she nodded. "Tomorrow, you said, Ethan?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that's the only day we could reserve the venue."

"Well, that's perfect! We'll be there!" He agreed jovially, taking a sip of his drink the waitress brought back.

"Could you estimate how many employees of yours will also be in attendance?" You pulled out your notepad to record new numbers for your party spreadsheet.

"Perhaps another 10. Mainly my advisors and department heads."

"Alright, thank you, sir." You scribbled down a 12 next to 'MatPat Inc.' on your notepad.

The lunch break was over soon, and you and Mr. Nestor said goodbye to Mr. Patrick and Stephanie. Back at the office building, you rode up in the elevator with your boss, itching to add the final numbers to your spreadsheet.

"Y/L/N." Mr. Nestor suddenly spoke up after a long silence from you both. "Do you have a dress for tomorrow?"

You were startled at his question, but when you thought about it, you realized you didn't. "Hm, I don't. I guess I'll have to find one after work today. Why are you asking?"

"Just curious. I think... a red dress would look good on you."

You considered this for a moment, wondering why he was even concerned about the color of your dress. "Thank you. I'll just have to see what I can afford."

There was another bout of silence as you watched the floor numbers steadily increase. At floor 14, you heard Mr. Nestor speak again. "Were you serious, about accepting the job at Viner Marketing? With Mr. Sanders?"

"No, I love my job here. Thomas just offers because he's a family friend."

"Well that's good. That you like your job here." He cleared his voice awkwardly as the doors opened. "You're my best employee here. I enjoy working with you."

You looked at him with a sly smile on your face. "What'd you say?"

"You're slightly more competent than the other idiots who work here."

"No, no, I think you just said I'm your favorite employee, and you love working with me." You stressed certain words in a teasing tone.

"I said I enjoy working with you." He snorted, elbowing you in the side. "And that you're an alright employee."

You sidestepped his outstretched arm, giggling at his eye roll. "Back to work, Y/L/N." Your boss grumbled at your antics, but you could've sworn that you'd seen a glimmer of a smile on his face.

"Yes sir."

Sitting back at your desk, you could sense multiple sets of eyes on you. You looked up at your coworkers with a confused expression. "What?"

"Were you and Mr. Nestor-" Amy started, soon interrupted by her soulmate.

"Flirting!" Mark exclaimed.

"I was going to say 'having a friendly conversation', but okay, Mark."

"It did look a lot like flirting." Felix pointed out from where he was standing with Marzia.

"You guys are being ridiculous." You groaned, sinking into your chair.

"Leave her alone." Someone mumbled, and you looked up to see Tyler leaning against the wall nearby, looking mopey and forlorn.

Before anybody else could say something, Mr. Nestor's door opened with a bang. "Lunch break ended three minutes ago, get back to work!"

Immediately, the Design Department and Budgeting Department people made a mad break for the elevator, and the people in your own department scrambled back to their desks and computers. You looked up at your boss, trying to contain your smirk. Mouthing a 'thank you' to your boss, he nodded before closing his door again.