Sting Eucliffe x Reader Book 2

Chapter 28 - Looking Towards The Future

A/N - Hey y'all... we got four more chapters to go till the end of the second book :3. I haven't edited this one yet so ignore the crazy mistakes if there are any.

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The place was different in the day time. There weren't any bodyguards because the club was only open at nights. Right now was an exception because Eileen knew Brandish so well.

"So this place is called Spriggan 12? I didn't notice it before." You told Eileen as you two walked inside the front without worry.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have either if I were that drunk." The drunk jokes did not stop coming with Eileen. Any chance she got she poked fun at your prude drinking habits.

"For the record, I was sober when we walked in the club." You mentioned as you two loved through the club.

The lights were on and the chairs were stacked upside down on the bar so the people cleaning could sweep under them. Brandish was at a booth with loads of papers around her and a bendy man in a purple suit with wild hair and glasses floated around her, constantly supplying her with snacks and drinks.

"Get me a refill." She demanded and he did so without hesitation.

Eileen strolled over, no problem. You couldn't exactly follow with the confidence she had, but you tried.

"You look busy for once." Eileen ACTUALLY said that to someone you put in such a strong light. You were absolutely terrified of her response.

She sighed and squished her cheek with her hand. "I could care less about any of this. I just want a mango smoothie."

Eileen ignored her whine and held out a hand. "Brandish, this is my friend's daughter, (Y/N) (L/N). (Y/N), this is Brandish Myu."

Brandish gave you a glance over and suddenly blurted your measurements, spot on. "Am I right?" She asked.

You weren't even sure what your measurements were, but logically what she said sounded right. "I-I think so..."

"I would be able to make a lovely garment for you." Whether she was capable of a smile was anyone's guess except for yours. "That's why you're here isn't it?"

Eileen shook her head, dangling her earrings. "Not this time. (Y/N) here wants to know how you make those cute outfits of yours."

"So you want to model them or what?" Brandish asked.

"No!" You blurted. "I really just want to learn how you make them. The ones I saw a couple nights ago were absolutely beautiful. I didn't know clothes could be so... eccentric."

Eileen chuckled as Brandish's eyebrow rose. "Eccentric?"

"Sorry, is that a bad word to explain them? I didn't mean—"

"No, you're fine. I've never heard anyone tell me my clothes were eccentric before."

You knew that was a terrible word to describe them. "I really didn't mean to describe them like that."

Brandish stood up and leaned over the table, placing her palms on the paper and staring straight into your eyes. "Do you want to make clothes then?"

Did you? You didn't exactly have the answer to that yet. "I'm not sure."

Brandish sat back down and gestures to the spot next to her. "Sit down." She said and you did.

You sat exactly where she wanted you and waited for her to say something else.

"Do you know math?" She asked randomly.

You nodded. "I'm strong in math, yes."

She slid all the papers towards you and sipped on her drink. "I can guess anyone's measurements, no matter their size, but I can't do math on paper."