A glimpse of dawn~ connor x reader dbh

8

I don't lift my head up to him, only my eyes. „Pleaaaase?"

He only stares at me for a moment, the corners of his eyes folding. Creases form, his light pink lips parting in thought. „I'm sorry, Officer, but you can't." I hear a little heartbreak in his voice, vibrating in the air between us. His voice, forward, programmed. Straight yet caring, makes  my heart rush slightly, my brain fumbling thoughts together. I chalk it up to the alcohol.

Next thing I know, his hands pull me towards the door, one hand on my side to make sure I don't tumble and one on my arm to guide me. His own arm stretches behind me to reach my side, and every once in awhile I feel his jacket brush against my spine.

He kicks out his leg to open the door, using his legs to keep the door open for us. His grip on me doesn't loosen, it only tightens. I feel guys glaring at me, disgusted. Every time though, I feel his fingers grip my body slightly more. My drunken state is probably imagining it, though.

As we push our way through the door, the cold evening air greets me. It mocks me, making my skin flush even more then before.

Wind pushes against my body, making me tumble. Connor mumbles, „Oh, hey there." I chuckle, both from embarrassment and surprise. I stumble to the bench that sits outside of the restaurant, Connor slowly taking a seat next to me. I see his light flicker yellow, and I turn my head to him. He speaks, „I would like to call a cab. Okay, thank you." His light returns to normal. „What was that about?" I ask, sniffling through the cold air.

„I just made a call, a cab is on the way." „You can do that? Without even picking up a phone?" He only looks at me, and lets out a smile. His eyes soften from their normal, dense state. „I can."

I nod my head, yawning, turning  to face the road. Tired, it takes me a few seconds to realize small snow flakes hit me.

Connors pov-

The cold air surrounds us, brisk. Tiny drops of snow slowly fall through the air. Landing against her skin, and my own. She seems in a daze, but the feeling of the cold ice brings her back.

She shivers, abruptly looking up to the sky. Her hair slides down from her face, the messy strands flattening from the slight dampness of the melted snowflakes. Her nose, her ears, her whole face has a rose tint to it. She looks more pale then she normally does, clearly not adjusted to the cold.

She slowly reaches her hand out, the other arm wrapping against her chest in an attempt to keep herself warm. Her leather jacket and skirt don't exactly suffice.

I watch, droplets slowly increasing on her hands. The white dissipates into water, dripping between her fingertips. When I look back to her face, she only stares out into the distance. Her silly, drunken demeanor seems to have vanished. She's only left with a hollow, confused, still drunk mind.

Her lips part, the corners drooping. Shadows cross against her jawline, her under eyes, and her cheekbones. Perfectly contorted, the dim lantern lights shining slightly against the high points of her face. A small snow drop lands on her eyelashes, causing her to blink multiple times. By the time she rubs her eye, she has turned to me. Instinctively, I keep my gaze.

A part of me sees this moment as tense, trying to take care of a drunken coworker. But another part of me thinks of this as her friend. She's been mean to me, laughed at me, confided in me, even though I've only known her for a few weeks. Maybe we aren't so different after all, both unwanted. Left outside, sitting on a bench in the cold winter.

I remember, that I am just an android following my task to make sure my boss gets home safe.

When we lock eyes, I look away. I straighten my back, and try my best to return to my old mood. The one that wasn't filled with these confusing thoughts.