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Shelly sat alone at the edge of the lobby, her sewing kit open on her lap. The spool of pale blue thread rolled lazily beside her as she stitched a small patch into a piece of worn fabric. The others passed by in groups, laughing, chatting, the kind of noise that filled the air but never reached her.
She was used to it, mostly. The quiet. The way eyes slid past her like she was part of the scenery. Sometimes she wondered if she’d made herself too quiet, too soft, too easy to miss. The needle slipped through the cloth again, steady and familiar, a rhythm she could control when nothing else quite fit.
Across the courtyard, Vee’s voice cut through the noise- clear, confident, magnetic. The kind of voice people listened to without thinking. Her bright screen flickered between colors as she talked, the other toons laughing easily at whatever she’d said. Shelly watched for a moment, her chest feeling heavy and warm at the same time. She didn’t notice when Vee’s gaze flicked her way- not until the hum of her mechanical footsteps drew closer.
“Hey,” Vee said, stopping beside her. “You’re hiding again.”
Shelly looked up, startled, though she tried not to show it. “Not hiding. Just sewing.”
Vee tilted her head, the light of her screen softening. “Looks lonely from over there.”
“Guess that’s how it looks when no one’s looking.” Shelly smiled faintly, tugging her thread taut. Her next words came out quieter. “What’s it like?”
“What’s what like?” Vee asked.
“Being… noticed. Having everyone listen when you talk. Like you matter, just for existing.”
For a second, Vee didn’t respond. The courtyard noise seemed to fade around them, leaving only the quiet hum of her circuits and the soft pull of Shelly’s needle through fabric.
“It’s not what you think,” Vee said finally. “They look, but they don’t really see. It’s… loud. Exhausting. Sometimes I’d rather be here- where it’s quiet.”
Shelly blinked, surprised. “You’d rather be with someone like me?”
“Someone like you?” Vee’s tone softened, the edge of her display glowing a warm gold. “You make things. You notice the small stuff everyone else misses. That matters more than being loud.”
Shelly’s hands stilled, her fingers curling gently around the fabric. Her throat felt tight in the nicest, most confusing way.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
Vee sat beside her then, folding her legs neatly and resting her hands on her knees. The silence between them was different now- not empty, but easy. Shelly’s thread glimmered in the afternoon light, and for once, she didn’t mind being seen.
For a long time, neither of them said anything. The lobby had emptied out, voices fading into distant chatter, leaving only the hum of lights and the faint scrape of Shelly’s needle. She didn’t look at Vee, not at first. It was easier to focus on the thread than on the warmth she could feel beside her.
“You know,” she said quietly, “sometimes I think I could disappear and no one would notice. Not really.”
Vee turned slightly, her antenna twitching. “You mean the others?”
Shelly gave a small nod. “They don’t mean to ignore me. I’m just… quieter. Softer. Easy to look past.” Her hands worked slowly, almost absentmindedly. “I guess I’ve always been the background, while everyone else gets to be the picture.”
Vee didn’t respond right away. Her screen flickered through faint hues — blue, green, something uncertain. “That’s not true,” she said finally. “You’re not background. You’re the detail that makes the picture real.”
Shelly glanced up, caught off guard. “That sounds like something you’d say to make someone feel better.”
“Maybe,” Vee admitted. “But it’s still true.”
The light on her display shifted again, this time to a soft rose color. “You think being noticed makes someone happy. But sometimes it’s just… noise. People see what they want, not who you are. You’d be surprised how lonely that feels.”
Shelly’s fingers paused on the fabric. “So even you feel lonely?”
“Especially me.”
That made her look at Vee, really look. The light on her screen was dimmer now, gentle instead of bright. For once, she didn’t look like the untouchable center of attention everyone else admired..
Shelly smiled faintly. “Then maybe we balance each other out,” she said. “You’re too seen. I’m not seen enough.”
Vee tilted her head again, thoughtful. “Then maybe we just need to see each other.”
Shelly’s heart stuttered, warmth blooming in her chest like sunlight through glass. Vee hadn’t said it like a line, not teasing or confident- just honest. It made something quiet and fragile inside her ache in the best way.
“Yeah,” she said softly, smiling down at her thread. “I think I’d like that.”
Vee didn’t answer, but her hand shifted closer- just close enough that her fingers brushed against Shelly’s arm. A tiny spark of static passed between them, light and fleeting.
Neither of them moved away.
For once, Shelly didn’t feel invisible at all.
The lobby lights had dimmed, the soft glow of evening settling around them. Vee’s screen reflected the faint shimmer of the stars above, colors flickering gently as though she were thinking too hard to keep her display still.
Shelly had finished her stitching a while ago, but she hadn’t moved. Neither had Vee. It felt like the air itself had settled between them, holding something delicate — something neither of them wanted to break by speaking too soon.
Finally, Shelly set her fabric aside and turned toward her. “You know… I meant what I said earlier.”
Vee’s screen flickered, a question mark blooming briefly in pale light. “About what?”
“About being seen. You didn’t have to sit with me, but you did. You didn’t have to notice.”
Vee tilted her head slightly. “Of course I did. You make it hard not to.”
Shelly’s heart skipped. “That almost sounds like you’re saying you like me.”
The edges of Vee’s screen glowed with a faint blush, static flickering faintly across it. “Almost,” she said softly. “Maybe I am.”
For a moment, Shelly just looked at her, at the soft colors shifting across her screen like emotion made visible, at the tiny tremor in her voice that she probably thought no one could hear. Then she smiled, small and brave.
“Good,” she whispered. “Because I like you too.”
Vee froze, the light on her face flashing white before dimming again, as though she were processing every word one at a time. “You… do?”
Shelly nodded. “I think I have for a while.”
And before she could second-guess herself, she leaned forward, just a little- and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Vee’s glowing screen. It was soft, almost nothing at all, but the hum beneath her lips warmed instantly, a low purr of static and electricity that felt almost like a heartbeat.
When she pulled back, Vee was very still. Her screen glowed a soft, green blush, flickering faintly with a line of text that appeared for just a moment before fading away.. "<3"
Shelly smiled. “That’s a good look on you,” she murmured.
Vee’s voice came out quiet, almost shy. “You make my system run… weird.”
“Good weird?”
“...Yeah. Good weird.”
They sat like that for a while- two figures in the soft glow of the lobby, a quiet hum between them.
And for the first time in a long time, Shelly didn’t feel small or unseen. She felt loved..