AN/ NO SMUT in this chapter, just so you know it's safe to read.
“Hey, nice tux.” A voice says from behind me, I spun around to get met by the brightest of blue eyes I’ve ever seen, they were a dark shade of blue and they seemed to sparkle as he chuckled at my shocked look. Those lively blue eyes belonging to Blond Quiff, his mask was as I now noticed made of leather, sexy or what? It covered most of his face like mine did but mine had a silver lightning bolt that ran down my left cheek and his did not since his mask was more natural than mine.
“T-thanks.” I mutter, I look down at my feet quickly, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.
“I noticed you before, you stand out.” He says, his voice low and soothing.
“I’ve noticed you too.” I blurt out, I mentally facepalm as he chuckles again, I’m starting to really like the sound of that.
“Good to know. Were you leaving so soon?” He asks me, I look at the door and then back at him. Why would he want me to stay?
“I’m not a people person.” I admit to him.
“Me neither, but I’d stay for you.” He says to me, I feel myself blush so I quickly avert my eyes from his face down to my feet. His shoes and legs come in to view, his index finger finds its way to under my chin and he pulls me up so I have to look at him. I gasp at how close he is to me, how fixated his gaze was on me.
“I-I I’ll stay.” I mutter, he nods and then grabs my hand.
“Dance with me.” He states happily, I tug his hand and shake my head.
“I don’t dance, I can’t.” I admit to him.
“Then I’ll teach you.” He simply says, he walks me to the middle of the dance floor and people step out of our way just a bit. He wraps my arms around his neck but I pull them back.
“Who said I was the girl in this?” I ask him offended, I was NOT and nor will I ever be the ‘girl’.
“I’m taller than you.” He simply states I shrug at him.
“I’m older.” I reply, it was a guess actually but by the looks of him he couldn’t be older than me.
“Come on just dance with me.” He says, he grabbed my hips and pulled me against him.
“No, I am not dancing with you.” I tell him, pushing his hands away from me.
“Just one dance and you can leave, I know you want to go.” He says to me, he wraps his arms around my waist again and this time I let him. I reluctantly wrap my arms around his neck and he smiles at me.
“I like how your hair matches your tux. Or did you get a tux to match your hair?” He guy asks me.
“I dyed my hair to match the tux.” I tell him, he chuckles and I smile at the single dimple showing.
The song slowly ended and I let go of him, he didn’t say a word but he looked up at the clock, he smiled at it and then down at me.
“I have to go.” He says after pulling his phone out of his shirt and reading what I assume was a text.
“So do I.” I tell him, with a court nod he turns around and heads to the door. I watch him go and frown as he doesn’t even look back at me.
“Michael?” The secretary asks as I head for the door.
“Hey.” I greet her.
“Who was that you were dancing with?” She asks me, I actually facepalm because I never got his name.
“I don’t even know.” I tell her.
“Maybe you should spend your breaktime out of your office and you might find him.” She says to me, she was actually the only one here that knew I was gay, but I guess the rest knows now.
“I might.” I tell her with a giggle, he must work with us right or else he’d not be here. Unless he was somebody’s plus one.
“I’ll see you next week.” I tell her, she nods and thus I leave.
I walk to my apartment and sigh as I walk in, my stomach growls so I roll my eyes and leave again. It was past midnight, where could I go? Maccas of course, I smiled to myself as I made my way to the corner of the street, where there was a Maccas.
I noticed people look at me oddly as I made my way up to the counter.
“A bit overdressed aren’t we?” the guy at the till says as he looks me over, I laugh loudly as I realize I didn’t even take the mask off.
“Can’t a man be mysterious?” I ask the guy, he smiles and nods at me. I recognize him from the few times I’ve come here this late at night.
“You’re not mysterious Mr. Clifford.” He says with a laugh, I frown because I had no idea how he knew my last name.
“What would you like tonight?” He asks me, I give him a once over quickly. He had hazel eyes with specks of green, his hair looked brown from what I could see since he was wearing a beanie under his hat. He was wearing the red polo the workers get and he had dimples as he smiled at me.
“Euh just a bunch of fries and a 20 pack of mcnuggets.” I tell him, he nods and presses it in and then he calls my order to the back.
“Isn’t it too soon to be back from a party?” He asks me, I nod slowly.
“I’m not into parties. It was a work thing.” I tell him, he nods and then laughs.
“I’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade party, they look so fancy but yeah I don’t even know people that go to those kinds of things.” He says shrugging.
“You know me don’t you?” I ask him.
“You don’t seem like the person to go to those kinds of things, plus Mr. Clifford we do not know each other.” The guys says, I look at his nametag for the first time, learning the guys name.
“Well Ashton, maybe we should get to know each other because you’ve been serving me my food for 8 years now. And then maybe if next year I don’t have a date I’ll ask you to come with me.” I tell him, he giggles and then nods.
“It’s a date.” He says with a shy smile, he hands me my food and I pay, then I head home again. As I walk into my apartment I sigh again. Tonight was a long night and I can’t wait to get to bed, I eat my food and then fall down on my bed, still in the tux because fuck it it’s mine anyways so why not sleep in it.
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