Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
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The demon brightened at my answer, a joyful light shining within those several dark eyes as his lips pulled into a cheerful grin. My heart lightened, any anxieties about the decision practically extinguished by the look. Phil looked so happy, he seemed ready to pluck me up and twirl me around in a tight embrace. When he opened his mouth to speak, however, the words were interrupted by the sound of my ringtone playing in the other room. I was willing to ignore it, but he turned away to grab my phone for me before I could suggest leaving it. On his return, he held it out delicately in his claw, showing the caller on screen to me. His eyes were narrowed at the name. As for me, I felt just about the same once I saw who it was.
"Clyde," I uttered the name bitterly, feeling annoyed that he would disrupt such an important conversation. I don't really want to talk to him. I have nothing to say to that jerk. Seeing him earlier was enough for me to never want to talk to him again. As I went to decline the call, however, a hand stopped mine. I looked over at Mephistopheles as he sat down beside me. He gave my hand a soft squeeze before releasing it.
"Go ahead. You can answer it." I suppose a part of me was curious. He hasn't tried to contact me since the breakup, but I dreaded to think of what bullshit he might spew if I gave him the chance to speak. I guess I could at least outright tell him I'm not interested in being around him anymore. It would be one less stressor to worry about, so reluctantly, I answer the call and hold the phone up to my ear. My lips frowned when I heard his voice, my chest clenching some as I spoke with distinct aloofness.
"Hello?"
"Y/N, you answered! Good!" Clyde's cheerful tone did no favors, making me feel even worse than I initially felt.
"Why are you calling me?" I cut to the chase, wanting this to be over with, so I could focus back on my conversation with Phil. While waiting on his response, my free hand wandered back over to the demon's claw, which was met halfway in a comfortable grip. The relief was palpable as he drew circles on the knuckles with his thumb before raising the hand to his lips for a dainty kiss. My heart throbbed and I smiled when I met his gaze, tensions easing a little bit.
"Sorry. I know you're busy and probably don't want to talk to me right now, but I promise, I called you for an important reason. When you bumped into me earlier, you dropped your keys. I didn't notice them until you were already gone, and when I swung by the shop, you weren't there. I have them on me right now if you want to come get them." I was stunned for a moment, then felt relieved. Well, at least I won't have to go through the trouble of getting my locks changed.
