The deafening ticking sound of the seconds flying by in the old wooden clock that rested right outside from Newt's room was enough to slowly drive him insane; His hand that held the screwdriver flinched every time the soft, yet at the same time strong sound echoed through his room, causing him to scrunch his eyebrows in annoyance. However, no matter how frustrated he became, he never dared to move an inch from his work.
All kinds of stuff were thrown into his hard wood office; from glue to pastel blue, red, pink and hard brown paint, locks and parts for the dismembered doll.
Truth to be told, he struggled a lot to get all those things, to a point where he even paused to doubt his sanity. Yet, he continued to search like a mad person, cursing once seeing that several of the materials he needed were sold out and smiling once seeing they were in storage. Maybe even blushing when imagining the bright but shy smile the girl would offer to him when he delivered the doll to her, personally.
God, her smile, he thought, the redness spreading on his cheeks. It's crazy to think what it is doing to me.
"Darling?" His mother asked but it was enough for him to flinch. The doll slipped from his hands, and Newt leaned his back to the chair to rest before he went back to work. "It is two in the morning. Why aren't you sleeping?"
The blond ran his fingers through his locks, ending up in rubbing the back of his neck that felt sore. Then, he sighed. "I have to deliver this to the girl."
"The girl?" Clara repeated along with arching her eyebrows in confusion. "What girl?"
"The one that came to your shop earlier this morning." The boy answered honestly. "She passed by in the afternoon and gave me this doll, saying that it needed to be repaired. I am repairing it."
"Violet?" Clara questioned before chuckling. "Of course, she did. It's about time she gets a new doll, god this one is so rusty and old. I don't know why she kept it in the first place. She said it was of a sentimental value, but seriously, this thing is a wreck. Anyhow, I'll get to it myself there is no need to stress over it, honey."
"No!" Newt quickly exclaimed and bit his lip once seeing his mother curious look. "I-I mean, I'll get it to myself. You know, since once I'm eighteen I'll have to work to the shop myself so It's about time I learn how to do the business right."
Those were all excuses just to keep the doll. On the exact opposite, Newt knew how to repair furniture and antiques perfectly. He always used the right colours, he always put the right locks, and the little time that he had worked in the shop, never failed to please his costumers. Newt knew every single thing about and for, antiques. And Clara knew that.
"Alright," She said after a small pause to think. Newt sighed in relief, giving her a petite smile. "But I expect it to be in absolutely perfect shape or else the money will be taken from your salary."
Newt's eyes grew wide while seeing his mother smirking wide and then walking away and towards her own room. He stood up, walked up to the doorstep and said in a thunderous voice: "BUT YOU DON'T PAY ME!"
Even if his mother did not answer his calls, he could still feel the smirk plastered on her lips, and soon after, he heard the door of her room shut behind her. Newt walked back to his chair, grabbed the door gently back into his hands, and started to work with the biggest of smiles curved into his lips.
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