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It was a nice day. Follo out of everyone usually enjoyed these days. There weren’t to many nice days in the ground, quiet, calm, not to hot but not to cold either. But today, he couldn’t seem to- well, enjoy it. All because of you.
Not only was it a nice day, it was also a day off. Off of work, which very, very rarely happened. If it wasn’t trash beasts then it was raiders, if it wasn’t raiders then it was a trash storm and on and on. But now? A calm day. And what did he spend his entire day doing? Watching your back. Your stupidly perfect back. It was so stupid. You had been talking to- someone (Follo couldn’t care less who), but it was someone who wasn’t him.
A handful of cleaners had gotten the day off since there was barely anything to do. So they had decided to make a nice moment out of it. They had brought out a bunch of food and drinks for everyone. They all sat together in the lounge room to eat and chat. He had to admit, the food did look really good. But his focus was somewhere else.
He watched you laugh at another table. Letting his face rest in his palm. Being in the presence of you, it was- it was like the sun peaking out from behind cliffs, warm rays of sunshine poking through. He wanted to bathe, absorb the sunlight you let out. But how could he ever? He was- well, he was him. And you, you were you.
You were..everything. To him you were. Watching from afar as you offered up a joke, noticed when someone was falling behind, helping when you can, being, well being you.
How could he ever even compare? Not only did you have a perfect personality, no, you were also amazingly strong. Always winning fights one way or another. As a supporter he just- stood there. Looking. Observing. Admiring.
Oh god did his heart ache for you. It almost physically hurt seeing you talk and laugh with someone else. He felt as if in a never ending struggle. Yearning for you, wanting to reach out, to talk, anything really.
He sighed. He knows that he’d only drag you down. And that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to show you off, to let everyone witness you greatness, but to a limit. He selfishly enough wanted to be the one deciding how much sunshine would be allowed to shine through.
He shook his head, what was he thinking?
He ran his fingers through his dark hair as he turned to his own table. Gris, Enjin and Tomme. They hadn’t seemed to notice his staring towards the table behind them. They were gladly chatting away about something Enjin found hilarious, Gris however, not so much.
He turned around again. He watched your back, your neck, your hair-
You turned around, like if you felt someone staring at you. Follo immediately turned around quickly. Too quickly. Everyone at his table had noticed the screeching chair and the flustered look on him. The table suddenly had a thick silence lingering like if it were the main course.
Shit. He grabbed the jug of whatever drink was flowing inside of it and quickly poured himself a cup. Trying to bring back the relaxed feeling the table once had been filled with. He practically chugged the drink as he nervously watched the others return to talking. To close.
He was embarrassed. Very embarrassed. But he had to look again- to make sure. Did you look at him? Had your gaze landed on him? Out of everyone in the room?
He shyly shot a glance over his shoulder and there you were. Your eyes met. You were looking at him. At him. He couldn’t seem to pull away from your eyes. They had that- that something in them… Could he call it a gleam?
He continued watching like an idiot as you smiled and waved at him, which he quickly returned before turning back to his table.
Good. A normal interaction. A normal interaction with a normal colleague, he thought. But he couldn’t help feeling how his ears turned hot and how a small smile grew in the corner of his mouth.
This was certainly a nice day.