If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty-Seven

Author's Note:

Hey! On request, after finishing this fan-fiction, I'm going to start a Bob x Bart fan-fiction. I'm not an expert on the romance and "more mature" sort of writing, so I'll need a few pointers. I'm going to cancel the 'How to Unkill Yourself', as I'm never going to get around to it. Oh well. Please comment or message me with any tips for my Bob x Bart fan-fiction. Thank you.

Enjoy!

Chapter 47

Franchesca pulled up outside the restaurant, Bob and Caitlyn in the back seats.

"We're-a here!" Franchesca sang, turning off the engine. Bob and Caitlyn cheered as they exited the car.

The three were seated at a table, and then the menu viewing began.

"Thank you, both of you, so much for this meal. It truly means a lot to me," Bob thanks them once again, feeling more than obliged to.

"Oh-a, Roberto! You deserve much more than just a meal. Thank-a you for wanting to come," Franchesca replied, twiddling the corner of a serviette between her fingers. Caitlyn smiled, looking up from the menu to meet Bob's eyes. Bob caught a comforting look from Caitlyn before she returned to looking at the menu.

"This day has been utterly fantastic. I'm so glad that I get to spend the ending of it with my two most favourite people,"

 Bob said charmingly, shooting a glance a Caitlyn. Both women blushed, which made Bob chuckle.

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A couple of hours later, the matter of the bill occurred at their table. Bob instinctively took out his wallet, only to be confronted in a jokingly vicious manner by Caitlyn.

"Put that away, Bob! You're not paying for your own birthday meal!" she scolded him with jest.

"Are you sure? I feel guilty not doing so..." Bob replied. He was cut off when Caitlyn swiped at his wallet, accidentally knocking it on to the floor. The wallet unfolded and its contense spilled out over the carpet.

"Oh, Caitlyn!" Bob said, kneeling down to pick up his wallet and his things from inside his wallet.

Franchesca hurried to help him.

"Oops. Sorry!" Caitlyn giggled.

Bob and Franchesca hurriedly gathered the spilling; both their hands hovered over the photos of Gino. They certainly didn't belong on the floor, but neither were sure who should pick them up. They were like pieces of a comet; so beautiful, but incredibly painful to touch.

"I'm- sorry," Bob said hurriedly, picking up the photos carefully. Bob looked up and met Franchesca's eyes. It was just as second too long for Franchesca to bear, and her eyes filled with tears. The two of them stood up, Bob more or less composed- Franchesca far from.

A sharp sense of panic began lapping silently against the walls of Bob's mind; he had to comfort Franchesca, and that meant leaving. Leaving now.

"Er- how much did you say the bill was, Miss?" Bob asked quickly.

"Fifty two dollars, Sir," the woman replied. Bob riffled through his wallet, left sixty dollars on the table and thanked her before turning back to Franchesca, whom was trembling, clearly fighting a building wall of sobs.

Bob lead Franchesca by the hand out of the restaurant, Caitlyn tailing behind.

"I'm sorry, Roberto," Franchesca sobbed, "I've-a ruined the evening for you and Caitlyn."