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As it turned out, Optimus Primal was right, and Optimus figured that he had a lot to learn about the humans who inhabited planet Earth. They had proved that in some circumstances they could be trusted, and that they could work with alien races, choosing to protect both themselves and others.
Initially, Optimus never suspected that they were capable of such compassion, however, he was glad to be proved wrong. Still, he had his reservations and wished to know more about the young race that would now aid him in keeping him and his own safe.
Yet, Optimus knew that he couldn’t trust just any human; it would be better for him to learn more about the few he had already met. He was somewhat familiar with Noah, having learned that he had put Mirage back together with whatever precious resources he could find. Optimus would have liked to learn more about Elena, but she had chosen to stay in Peru with the Maximals, studying the Ancient Ruins they had led her to. That left only you; Optimus knew very little about you, only that you had helped him and his kind, and that Mirage seemed to be quite taken with you, though that was no surprise considering that Mirage was likely to make a friend of any human, as he had with Noah upon meeting him.
Setting off, Optimus drove to a dilapidated warehouse that they were using as a temporary shelter until a better opportunity came along.
He let himself into one of the side rooms; it was the only part of the warehouse to retain its door, and Mirage had claimed it as his own. At the time, Optimus hadn’t argued, finding that young bots needed their space. Now, he regretted that decision as he walked in on you, the very person he was looking for, making out with Mirage as the bot held you up to his face.
You stopped at the sound of the door, flushing red when you saw Optimus, who hadn’t been the friendliest of bots thus far.
“Oh, um hi,” You gave an awkward half-wave.
“Yo, OP, do you mind, we’re kinda in the middle of something here,” Mirage said, placing you on his shoulder.
“Ah sorry, did you need Mirage for something, I can leave?”
“Or you know, you could stay, and he could leave. This is like, our date night, and you got all of these long-ass legs to explore.”
Optimus shook his head and walked away; he didn’t want to know anything more about you after all. That had been more than enough.
“You could’ve shut the door,” Mirage called after him with a small laugh.
You shook your head despondently, “Oh my God, I can’t believe that just happened.”
“Hey, don’t think about it. He may be Optimus Prime, but if you were an Autobot, you’d be Optimus Fine.”
Outside of the warehouse, Optimus wished he had left faster. He didn’t need to hear that either.