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You already has the order ready to go. Otto always showed up on Monday mornings for a coffee with a splash of cream and sugar packets to the side, and a muffin. He always claimed that he would just get the muffin but your delicious baked goods always convinced him otherwise.
As you patiently waited for Otto to arrive you got to work preparing more displays of baked goods. Muffins, croissants, pound cakes, and doughnuts. You debated about putting out the cupcakes but eventually decided they should wait until later in the day.
As morning rush subsided you sadly accepted that Otto wasn’t coming… again. It was understandable after what had happened with the accident and then his recent string of robberies. He had probably forgotten all about you. You did your best to ignore the painful throb of your heart at that thought.
A soft voice interrupted your self pity.
“We weren’t sure you would welcome us back.”
Turning around you spotted Otto. A jacket thrown over his body, hiding the actuators he had enthusiastically talked about close to his body. The moment they sensed you looking the all swiveled to look at you. Threatening red ready to strike the moment you upset them.
You couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped you. Otto looked disappointed at your reaction and your worry slipped out before you could think to stop it.
“Do they hurt?” You asked with only concern in your voice.
At your apparently implied acceptance of them the metal arms started to move. Darting out from their hiding spots. One picked up the cold coffee to bring to Otto’s lips. Another tittered around you, seeming to evaluate you from all angles.
“That coffee’s freezing by now, Otto!” You protested. “Let me make you a new one, please I insist.”
You didn’t brother to take no for an answer. Turning around to get started on some fresh coffee.
Yelping at the sharp pinch to your arse.
“Otto!” You complained.
“Sorry, sorry,” he raised his hands defensively. The actuators slowly moving to mimic him, like they didn’t understand why they should be holding themselves up. “They tend to act on impulse. I haven’t quite gotten through to them to wait for my guidance before acting on my every stray thought.”
You laughed a little at his admission.
“Are you saying you’ve wanted to pinch my ass for a while now Otto?”
Teasing him was always fun. His cheeks got such a cute shade of pink.
“No comment,” he murmured.
“What can I get you other than a piece of my ass, Otto?”
“Very funny, Y/N. Now add a boston cream doughnut to my order.”
Grabbing the donut you handed it off to Otto with a smile.
“I better be seeing you around again,” you commented before letting go.
“Oh you certainly will.”
He took a bite before he turned to leave. The cream dripping down his lips. It was your turn to blush at the vulgar display. He had done that on purpose, you were certain. Maybe he would show up earlier than next Monday, you could only hope.