With them.... (Crush X Reader, one shots)

2. Nails

This chapter, the reader is a female and the crush is a male.

With her mom, she worked at a nail salon. Financially, they weren't able to have enough money to give themselves any luxuries but it was something the two of them never minded.

Coming home from school, she instantly had to begin working until the salon closed. In the area the nail salon is, it normally doesn't get busy so she's has the opportunity to do her homework until she has to do any actual work. Today was a Wednesday so it's the day where the have a woman in her mid forties come in as a regular to get her nails done but today was different; she had a young man with her. As usual, the woman had went with the mother, the young man sat in one of the chair that are used for any customers who had to wait, which there was no one for he time being. In search for entertainment, he had grabbed a magazine to just look at. For him, it was better than nothing. The daughter would glance at him every now and again, feeling as is she had seen him before. If she did know him, she didn't want to be seen. She always felt subconscious if anyone she knew would see her at work. To help put herself at ease, she put on the little mask that is used to help not inhale all the toxins that come from the nail polish. But her mother had other plans.

"Who is the young man you brought with you?" The mother had asked the woman. The daughter had glanced upwards from her homework before looking back at it.

"Oh, that's my son, C/n." The woman replied. Upon hearing his name, he looked up for a moment before awkwardly giving his mother and the woman who was with her a small wave. The daughter's eyes widen slightly as she suddenly grew nervous. C/n was her classmate in all of her classes and not only that, she had grown a small interest in him but with her shy nature, she didn't say anything to him. Actually, he had greeted her with a smile before and she responded with a curt nod for the first time.

"He seems like a quite a gentleman." The mother smiled at the woman who nodded in agreement with a smile of her own. "Why don't you go with my daughter? She can do something like, clean or fix up your nails." The daughter froze in fear for a moment at he mother's suggestion as she was finishing her math work.

"Oh, no no; I'm fine here with these....Japanese magazines and, uh...." Looking up slightly, the daughter couldn't help but find it slightly adorable on how she's being at the moment. C/n is usually confident and outgoing with a smile, granted, he was smiling nervously now.

"On, C/n go on!" His mother smiled. "You could use the company. It's going to take some time to get my nails done." He sighed. Knowing his mother, he was going to end up going to the girl one way or another. He set the magazine down that was in his hands and walked up to the girl. Quickly, she put her homework completely away to avoid C/n from seeing her name written on the papers. She let out a small breath of relief as he walked up to the table she sat at. She nervously looked at him as he sat down in the chair on the other side of the table.

"I..guess I'm getting a manicure of some sort?" He said with a sheepish smile as he brought the chair in a bit. She simply nodded as fiddle with her fingers for a moment before grabbing a tool she would need. She held her hand out for him to give him his hand. He placed his hand in hers which felt cold compared to his and a tingling feeling to spark in her. As for the male, her hand felt soft and cold, almost begging for his hand to hold hers. She kept her focus on her task, aside from what anxiety is doing to her but he would look up at her occasionally and see how she was sonfocused, it almost looked forced. Being the friendly person he was, he wanted to start a conversation. "How long have you been working here?" She stopped what she was doing and glanced up at him with small surprise before going back to what she was doing.

"Three years...." She answered, surprising herself. A small smile grew on the male's face.

"What's your favorite part about working here?" He asked her as he wanted to know the girl more, ignoring the manicure he was getting but he still felt her hand. Her gaze lasted a little longer on him this time, wondering how he's always so eager to get to know just about anyone.