Thomas Hunt X reader

Ch. 7

The sunlight is pouring through the beige colored curtains and the birds singing outside my window. Another day has begun and time to get moving to start it off right. I climbed out of my bed and move to the walnut wardrobe and open the doors.

"(F/n)? How's it goi- dear god! Honey did you not get any shut eyes?" Addison said shocked.

"Not, Addison," I laughed, "Prof. Hunt and I didn't get back until early morning."

"Wow! Speaking of you two... how did the date go? Spill it, darling!" Addison beamed as she lays on my bed. "I heard that shit went down last night! So begin!"

"Okay! Okay!" I laughed. "Well, where should I begin...I called him a snack."

"I'm dead! Wait did he hear you? If he did, omg please tell me!" Addison said as she excitedly sat up on the bed.

"Did you just say snack?" Prof. Hunt asked.

"I think what (F/n) meant was that y'all should start with snacks or some appetizers. I can go to the back and ask Amari for some suggestions and the menus." Johnathan said.

"Yeah, appetizers is what I was trying to say, and thank you, Mr. Johnathan." I nervously said.

"No problem, and just call me John, (F/n)!" John said. "Y'all relax and take a seat, I will be back soon."

We both sat down in the circular booth in the corner of the room as other customers yelled and chatted livelily and dance to the music. Prof. Hunt swirled the crimson wine in the glass while I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat. I have to think of something to ask him. I can't be this awkward, especially not in front of him. What do I say? Where do I beg-

"(F/n)?"

"Huh? Yes!" I said staring at Prof. Hunt.

"I asked how are you?" Prof. Hunt said as his mouth moved to the side as in he smiling?

Did he just smirk? Oh my god, he's smirking! The nerve of him!

"You're enjoying me being so out of it aren't you?" I said straightening my posture smiling. "How flustered I am being."

"What makes you say that, (L/n)?" Prof. Hunt said as he brings the glass to his lips.

"Well, one, don't deny. I saw you smirking when you mentioned about asking me how my day is going. Two, like my mother, always told me. "It's not what you say..." "

"It's the way you say it." Prof. Hunt and I said in unison.

"Mhmm. And if I recall the way you asked me how my day was, it was somewhat familiar. As in the other day on that phone call. Very timid, awkward, and... bashful." I smirked. "But it's okay, nothing wrong with that. It just shows another side of an individual.

Prof. Hunt stared in shock and disbelief and then he smiled as he placed his wine glass down and wiped his mouth. I swear this man... tease.

"Now, if you may know, my day has been doing fine. What about you? From your expression, I should ask you again, don't you think?" I said cunningly.

"I must say, you are somewhat else (F/n). Somewhat else..." Prof. Hunt said as he stared at me.

"I know." I winked.

"I think what (F/n) meant was that y'all should start with snacks or some appetizers. I can go to the back and ask Amari for some suggestions and the menus." Johnathan said.

"Yeah, appetizers is what I was trying to say, and thank you, Mr. Johnathan." I nervously said.

"No problem, and just call me John, (F/n)!" John said. "Y'all relax and take a seat, I will be back soon."