A collection of oneshots and drabbles based on the wonderful game Detroit: Become Human
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The day is gloomy, rain tapping rhythmically against the windows of the little cafe Gavin had been cursed to work at. He stood with his chin rested on his hand, elbow propped against a dark counter. No sound plagued his surroundings, and though he usually disliked his job, right now, he was... happy. Happy was a word that was almost unfamiliar to him. He hadn't been... happy for a long time, but in the moment, he felt like he was almost there. The shop remained empty as time passed, Gavin staring mindlessly out through the front window at cars passing and rain falling as one. Each and every chocolate-coloured seat was lined up perfectly, awaiting their patrons, but, as the coffee machines remained off, the chairs seemed to look almost somber, almost lonely. Maybe Gavin was going crazy, but they even looked sad. Business was always slow on rainy days. Above his head, string lights hung across the ceiling like fireflies frozen in time, radiating their soft yellow hue along with a silent promise of safety and warmth. A soothing beat dripped from the speakers like honey. Gavin let the calm atmosphere control him, his grey eyes falling shut. He let out a slow exhale of pure bliss. Everything was perfect.
And then, the bell above the building's door let out a painfully cheery chime. Gavin stood up straight, cursing at the scare his newest customer had given him, and then cursing again after realizing he had cursed in front of said customer. He had been scolded many times for cursing at work, but what can he do about it? Old habits die hard, as they always say. You had stepped through the door, and were drenched in rain and smiling warmly as you gazed around the dry interior, enjoying it just as Gavin had been enjoying it moments earlier. Your eye landed on him, and for a moment you simply... stared. Gavin was almost awkward, balling his hands into uncomfortable fists, when you finally broke the silence.
"One hell of a storm." you say simply, you tone quiet yet still painfully loud in contrast to the volume from before. Gavin nods, swallowing down the lump that had oddly began to form in his throat. He averted his gaze to the storefront window, watching the rain as it continued to pelt the streets. "You don't mind if I shelter in here 'til it passes, do you?" You seemed almost apologetic. With a simple shrug, Gavin still stays silent. He's almost desperate to busy himself with anything other than talking, his social anxiety flaring up intensely. Damn you, rainy days, for driving away all of the customers. "Could I... get a drink?" You didn't seem awkward, not like he was. You approached the counter, resting your hands on the flat surface. "Whatever's easiest- or the best. Your choice." Gavin finally turned back to face you, and his heart seemed to stop in his chest. Your gaze was dazzling, eyes warm and soft, full of love and care. Your smile made pain flare up in his chest. He had always wanted someone to smile at him like that. You were scanning the menu, not noticing his gawking, indecision etched in the curve of your brows.
