I Hope You Love Me Back // TOM TRENCH X READER (old version)

003// Development

chapter summary: you have a cronut, and tom gets into your personal business.
should i keep doing chapter summaries?

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“So how does it taste?”

“Like a normal donut.”

You  mumbled  your  response,  swirling  the  fruity  alcohol  in  your  glass.  Tom  made  a  kind  of  'fwsh'  sound  with  his  mouth,  pulling  his  own  drink  closer  to  him.  The  first  half  of  the  meal  had  been  very  awkward  for  you  thanks  to  Tom's  need  to  strike  a  conversation  with  every  waiter  that  walked  past  him.  Their  annoyed  eye-rolls  let  you  know  that  either  this  was  a  normal  thing,  or  Tom  just  liked  going  out  of  his  way  to  talk  to  people. Considering  your  past  experience  with  him,  you'd  belive  the  latter.

Now,  the  'cronut place'  Tom  spoke  so  highly  of  turned  out  to  be  a  strip  club  that  happened  to  have  actual  food  on  the  menu  instead  of  just  20  different  types  of  liquor.  You  were  a  bit  shocked  when  you  first  caught  sight  of  a  hardly-dressed  imp  sliding  down  a  pole,  but  it  made  sense  that  Tom  lied  to  you.

Being  a  demon  and  all.

“Yep, if it weren't for the cream it'd practically be a bagel. But that's the appeal for me. I like things that most demons don't. Normal food, quiet living, vinyl records. Like a hipster, remember those? But I also like strippers so don't assume I don't belong here,   pfffff—”

You  watched  as  Tom  cracked  up  over  his  own  joke,  wondering  if  he  had  any  friends.  After  a  few  embarrassing  seconds,  he  calmed  down  and tipped  the  rest  of  the  mimosa...  somewhere?  Odd,  the  alcohol  had  just  disspeared  through  his  mask.  Was  the  mask  his  face?  Tom  set  the  glass  on  the  table  and  leaned  back  in  his  chair,  eyes  looking  towards  the  stage.

“So Miss Intern, what do you do when you're not suffering abuse from your peers?”

'Suffer abuse from my inner demons.'
“Nothing.”

Tom  scoffed,  slowly  undressing  the  current  stripper  with  his  eyes.  She  caught  him  staring  and  winked  seductively,  blowing  him  a  kiss.

“Come on, you don't have to lie here. There has to be something you do when you're not putting up with Katie's bullsh*t. If I did that 24/7 I'd have hung myself by now.”

“Well my apartment is pretty far, so I  just hang around the back of the news station in between days-”

Tom  whipped  his  head  towards  you,  jolting  up  in  his  seat.

“Whaaat? You know the station's supposed to cover your transport if you live too far, right?”

“I'm technically not a part of the station though, more like-”

“And you don't have any friends? Not even acquaintances?”