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"Miss me or the soup, because it was pretty tasty-" Reth begins to chuckle, then his tone dies down into one of slight concern from behind the bar counter at Ormuu's. A blue rag swipes over the bench, mopping up what looks like another failed soup experiment.
You never stayed up this late, saying it would "overwhelm your system" or something like that. You had a set routine, and everyone knew it, especially Reth. And when you broke that routine, everyone knew something was happening.
You groggily walked behind the counter, dodging the cardboard boxes that had been left on the floor for days, not even bothering to bite back at him with a joke to match his flirtatious energy. His eyes had dropped and followed you like the scent of soup that clung to him.
"Something tells me you're not in the mood for soup..?" His tone rhetorical. You're standing in front of him now, shaking your head, tears threating to spill from your eyes. You wrap your arms around his slutty waist, not bothering to check if there's anyone else in the pub watching you. Tears explode into his chest, and sobs erupt from your mouth. You feel his muscles tense slightly before he places his hands on the side of your head, peeling your face up at him.
"Why don't we go take a break downstairs? I promise it's cleaner than the last time." His lips connect with your forehead before grabbing the 'On break' sign and placing it over the register, fully aware he won't be coming back, and closed the pub an hour early. You get spun around and walked out from behind the bar, Reth's hands on your shoulders while dodging the boxes he swears he'll clean.
He leads you down the stairs and into his storeroom. You make a B-line towards the sofa with stuffing falling out, and lie down on your stomach. Reth lets out an exaggerated groan and places himself onto the floor in front of the sofa, sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce. his head rests next to yours then a hand runs up your pink pajama shirt, rubbing slow circles over your soft skin. He placed another kiss on your eyelids this time.
"Tell your amazing boyfriend what happened, what type of soup you want, and why you're not in bed."