MLQC Oneshots

Oblivious meetings (Victor)

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Here's this, a slight artist!AU

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Victor is the first one in the conference room, as expected. He takes the end seat across the room, where he could listen and lead the meeting. Slowly, people begin to trail inside. Businesspeople from LFG's wide array of partners greet him with a small nod as they fill the seats before him. Only one catches his eye in particular.

Nearing the time scheduled, the last person to step in was Miracle Finder's own head producer. He watches her with amusement as she lingers by the doorway, running a hand through her disheveled hair, flattening the skirt of her dress.

She finally steps in like usual. Before sitting down, she meets his eye. Victor sees something in her light up, and she gives him a small wave. Victor clears his throat, catching the attention of others, he signals the beginning of the meeting.

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Every so often, Victor found his eyes had naturally drawn to her during the meeting. He'd catch himself before anyone saw, but he could still see her movements. This meeting, she seemed to be intensely focused on the sheet of paper before her.

Things go on as usual. Numbers, stats and charts pass, and the meeting is over. No one is left but him and the head producer.

VIctor rises from his seat, fixes his papers, and joins her across the room.

'Hello?'

'Ah, shoot, sorry. Didn't notice we were done whoops.' she smiles slightly, closing her notebook and collecting the forms of her own.

'Well, you were obviously busy with something else.' he remarks, taking the paper she was so clearly focused on.

He's surprised to find the small piece of paper filled with drawings of...himself. Mostly busts, ranging from his side profile to different expressions. One drawing in the bottom corner sticks out, it's him, with an ever so subtle smile on his face. And while not exactly right, it's still him.

'What's...this?'

'Oh!' she tries to take it back from him, but even when standing, Victor holds it high over her head. 'Give it back!'

'Is this supposed to be me?'

'Well, yeah. Can't you tell?' eventually giving up, she crosses her arms sheepishly. 'Sorry. I was kinda distracted and drawing is calming for me.'

'You're an artist?'

'Not really.' she says. 'I mean, I took some classes in college, but I'm no Van Gogh.'

'I don't expect you to be.'

Victor pauses and takes a look at the drawing again.

'Do you...like it?' she asks.

'It's fine.'

'Really?' it's only her who knows the translations to Victor's vague comments. And, to her at least, it being 'fine' was a higher compliment.

'I'm glad!' She cheers

The phone on the conference table rings, and MC picks it up quickly. Victor can still see the small smile on her face as she answers.

'Hold on...Hello? Kiki, I- oh my god, sorry! Yes, I'll be there!'

She turns back to Victor, who was still waiting patiently at her side.

'I'm late...Excuse me. I'll see you tomorrow?' she asks.

'Don't you want this back?'

'No, it's fine. You should keep it. It is you, after all.' she moves past him. Victor turns with her, watching as she hesitates at the doorway.

'And besides,' he hardly hears her mummers, but it's still only them in the room. 'I have some to spare.'

'Okay, bye!'

Victor feels the heat rise to his cheek. Acting so bold; she thinks she's so charming. Victor looks at the drawing again.

'Some to spare...' he says softly, a smile creeps on the edge of his lips. He smiles, knowing there's no one to see.