Programmer × Narrator

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Okay this was supposed to be a silly little story but I like this now and I am committed to make this story beautiful.

Programmer POV

The night has passed, the sky rained and made beautiful puddles by day time.

At this moment, I wondered what Narrator was doing. They were so amazing, it makes me so happy to see them happy.

Maybe later I will ask them out to lunch.

Later

Okay. Now I will go over and ask if they wishes to go to lunch with me.

I walked to their house, watching my surroundings as I went. It seems unnecessary to walk to their home but I didn't have a choice. I didn't have any other way of communicating with them.

Once I got there, I rang the doorbell. After a minute, they opened the door with their pajamas still on.

They yawned and rubbed their eyes, "oh hello programmer, I'm sorry I just woke up.. "

"Oh, no I'm sorry! I probably should've asked you but I didn't know your phone number or..if you had a phone?? Maybe I should've asked for it when we hung out? Sorry..." I said.

They laughed. "Come in! I'll get dressed quickly."

I felt welcomed and walked into their library themed home. It was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside.

I sat down on a couch in their living room and they went upstairs. I really liked their house. Yes it was big, but it was cozy.

After 5 minutes, Narrator came back wearing warm clothes. They wore a dark gray-blue turtleneck with black sweatpants that weren't too baggy.

"Okay, what did you wanna do today?" Narrator asked.

"Well I thought maybe you'd be willing to go to lunch with me! But you don't have to..." I replied.

Their face lit up, "Of course I'd like to go! Just give me a moment to get my shoes." Narrator went and grabbed a pair of combat boots that didn't fit his aesthetic.

Once they got them on, we left the house and started to walk down to a restaurant.

"So, how are you today?" I ask.

"I'm good! I'm really good." They looked down and away, and even though they did this I could still see a faint pink hue. It was cute!

Narrator pov

I'm so glad that Programmer asked me to have lunch with him today! I've started to develop feelings for programmer.

They aren't strong, but they are there.

As I was walking with programmer, I see across the street some people getting into a knife fight. I start walking a bit slower, my heart starts pounding, my mouth starts curling upwards, and my eyes start widening.

I was starting to feel a tingling in my stomach when I felt Programmers hand on my shoulder.

"Narrator, are you okay?" He asked me, with a concerned tone in his voice.

I snapped out of it completely and looked at my surroundings. "I-I'm sorry I don't know what came over me just now.." I looked back at the scene and it seems like someone was killed in the fight.

"It's okay, let's just keep going. We're almost there." Programmer says to me.

I smile and nod.

Once we made it to our restaurant, we sat down in a booth. I kept thinking about what I felt, and what I saw. I was thinking so hard that I couldn't hear what programmer was saying to me.

Suddenly, he got my attention with his pale hands waving across my face. "Yes, Programmer?"

"Narrator are you feeling okay? We can go home if you're not feeling well."

"No no, I'm alright! I promise. I'm just thinking about that knife fight we passed..."

"We passed a knife fight? I'm sorry, I would've taken us a different way if I knew that was going to happen... Are you okay?" Programmer asked with worry in his words.

"I felt this strange feeling when I watched it. It made me feel an uneasiness that I've never felt before.." I replied.

"I bet it was nothing. It'll be alright! Let's just get some food."

I nodded. Programmer was right. It was probably nothing.

Our waiter came and we ordered lunch without any trouble. We had a nice time, we talked and laughed. It was fun.

Once we were ready to leave, Programmer paid and left a tip. I felt happier than before and I forgot about that feeling I had. Programmer made me forget my worries, he made me feel safe.

I'm so glad that we're friends.