My Type - Connor x Reader

Chapter Four

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"Okay, we're here." Hank said, parking the car.

"Finally.." I dropped out the car. Appertally watching Connor do his coin tricks and being in a car could give me motion sickness.

"Y/n, are you alright? A scan shows that you are dizzy and nauseas, car sickness?" He questioned, putting his hand on my back as I leaned down, hoping not to throw up.

"Perfectly fine." I let out in a wavy voice, not at all convincing.

"Y/n, you alright?" Hank asked, turning the corner to see me bent over. All I could do is give him a thumbs up.

"Motion sickness." Connor summed up for me. Hank nodded his head.

"I didn't know androids could get sick." Hank stated, waiting for me too cool down and take a breath.

"They can't. Well, at least they weren't made to, so this surprises me. Who knows what androids will be capable of now that they are deviants and free." Connor said, wowing Hank and I.

I turned my head up, titling it, and looking at Hank and Connor, ready to speak my mind.

"What do you think would come out of me?" I asked, surprising Hank and puzzling Connor.

"Depends, have you eaten anything today?" Connor asked leaned towards me.

"Oh, you two are disgusting." Hank said, walking away, towards the station.

I stood up and laughed to Connor while he gave me a soft smile.

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"So, these are the androids that live with me." Hank said, introducing us to everyone in the office.

"Pfft, Hank with not one but two androids, has the day come?" The girl questioned, sarcastically.

"Yeah Sally, shut the fu-"

"Violence is not the answer." Connor intrupted, quickly shutting his mouth when he realised he disobeyed. Hank turned to him, grinning.

Oh no..

"Well, it sure seemed like it that day of the carnival." He chuckled to himself

Connors face dropped, thinking about that day, that situation. "That was different."

"And who is this one?" The girl, 'Sally', asked, grinning. Something in me turned.

"This is Connor, do you remember him?" Hank said, leaning up against a desk beside Sally's.

"Oh my, of course I do! It was hard to recognize him in that," She looked him up and down. "Outifit." She giggled, making my face, and stomach, fall to my gut.

"And this one?" She question, a smile still on her face.

I put my hand out for her to shake, surprising her.

"Y/n L/n, ma'am." This surprised all three of the people who were listening.

"You have a last name?" Hank asked, shocked.