Work Smarter Not Harder (001 x Reader)

I'm getting out of here

After most of the children were taken to the infirmary to rest, I went back to the rainbow room.

Brenner told me I deserve something special for my efforts today and said he had a surprise for me.

Gee I wonder what it could be.

El always told me the little things he did for her if she completed a task successfully.

He called it "Sundays treat" because the sessions would take place on the last Sunday of each month.

He would bring one item, requested from the individual,  from the outside world. And bring it back inside.

She told me that many kids requested all kinds of stuff like toys, games, books candy, anything a normal child could want.

Of course there's only so much you can request within reason.

El told me one time she requested a wig.

She told me she wanted to feel pretty but that request was denied for obvious reasons.

After that she would always request the same thing.

Eggo's.

She is obsessed with those things so whenever she had the chance to have some she would take it.

That would always be her Sunday treat.

I, on the other hand, have no idea what I want.

The only thing that I could consider a gift is seeing my friends again.

But that's already out of the question.

As I sit in the Rainbow room I think about all the possible items I could ask for.

I play with the chip in my hand that helped me in defeating 002.

Many times for that matter.

My thoughts are interrupted by Peter walking through the door.

I look over at him and smile.

His presence alone fills me with so much joy.

He takes a seat next to me.

Peter: " have you thought about what you want your Sunday treat to be?"

I let out a nervous laugh.

"No, not yet".

Peter looks down at the chip in my hands.

Peter: " you tend to fidget a lot don't you"

I look over to meet his gaze.

He smiles and gently takes the chip from my hands, moving it swiftly around his fingers.

I look away.

"Yeah I guess it's just a force of habit"

His finger gently caresses the side of my cheek, I look back at him.

He leans in.

I tence up.

Peter:" why do you always wear that expression?"

"What expression?"

Peter: "That one" he points, still having the chip in his hand.

Peter: "you always look deep in thought. Like there's always something on your mind."

My eyes widen as a strand of hair falls in front of my face.

His gentle hands move it back behind my ear.

I look away in embarrassment.

How is it that be can always read me?
Have I always been so easy to read?