You felt the back of your neck and ears burn as you came face-to-face with her, your embarrassment over having been caught red handed showing through the lack of confidence in your movements.
"Hey. . ." You greeted, raising your (dexterous) hand to greet her. "How're things?"
In the spur of the moment, you ended up asking her the same question you asked to Steven each time he came to buy some doughnuts. You could see a small grin form on her face, having noticed how uncomfortable you'd become with being caught, resulting in her ignoring your question and instead head straight to the point you were trying to make.
"If it makes you feel any better, I was only here when you said something about being friends." She told, following your slow stride back into your workplace, accompanying you to the storage room, where you usually kept the things you'd share with her during your usual hangouts together.
She helped you with the plastic chairs and the folding table, whereas you resorted to picking up two boxes of doughnuts as well as a bag you'd stuffed with cold drinks, minutes before closing time marked on your clock.
"I see. . ." You ended up mumbling after a long period of silence, gulping down the tension building up in your throat while your feet led you back outside, your companion still standing next to you, a curious look remaining on her face. "Well, thanks. I- I guess I've been worrying too much about something recently, and I've let it get to my head."
You could see her raise one eyebrow in response to your confession, a hint of concern showing through her frown as she placed a hand over your shoulder, making you face with her.
"Wanna talk it out, then?" She offered. "I wasn't kidding when I said that."
A warm smile became present over your (tone) complexion when hearing her words, her worry allowing for a happy feeling to reside deep in your chest.
"It's okay." You assured her, setting down the plastic chairs near the back entrance of The Big Donut while she unfolded the small table in the middle of the two seats.
You then placed the pair of doughnut boxes on the center of the table, the only thing left on the floor being the bag filled with various, chilled drinks.
"But, what about you?" You added, remembering the recent situation revolving around Steven and him having been absent for some time.
You weren't quite sure about what was going on in regards to their lives, but you were still able to sense her worry over the matter back then. And though it'd been quiet some time since that incident, you still made the effort to ask over her and her family's well-being whenever you hung out with her.
"Well. . ." She breathed, slumping in her chair as she reached out for one of the canned drinks, wiping the top off with a corner of her shirt and proceeding to opening it.
Before taking a sip, she looked back to you with a wistful smile.
"I guess somethin's been on my mind recently." She confessed, taking a sip — if not a long gulp — of her drink before setting it back down on the table. "But, if I'm gonna be honest . . . I don't even know why."
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I Think I Need A Little (Amethyst x Reader)
FanfictionBOOK 3 of 'The SU Song Title Series' RELEASE DATE: Early June/July of 2018 Simple small talk between you and one of the Crystal Gems leads to late night talks and the occasional venting.
