EL Dorado: Miguel x Reader

Chapter: Dos

'Oh god she's going to kill me' is the thought that was repeating through
Y/Ns head. Her shoes hit the cobblestone pavement, echoing with every step. The once busy streets with sellers and buyers now looked completely different now that their gone.

She could barely see the sun at this point, which unsettled her more. The last thing Y/N needed was to be a victim in some midnight murder. It had also gotten progressively colder, causing her to shiver as she ran. After a left turn, she saw the worn down wood carvers shop.

As she approched, a tall figure started to lock the shop up. "WAIT- wait please!" The dark figure stopped and opened the door, in his hand was a small oil lamp that illuminated his round face and messy ginger beard.

"Ah Miss L/N, it's a bit late for you to be out isn't it. I don't think you Abuela would be quite pleased."
Y/N was hunched down, hands on her knees, exhausted from running. "Probably not no Mr Barnes... I would stay and chat but I really have to get home. Can I have-"
"A spoon- yes. You may. Take 5 whilst your at it!" He chuckled and got her what she needed. Y/N gave the man the money and once again, ran as fast as her legs could take her.

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Y/N unlocked the bakery and walked in with caution. After trying her best not to make noise locking back up, she headed for up stairs dodging creaky floorboards on her way. It was practically pitch black now. Y/N felt a shiver down her spine as she nearly reached the steps, 'One more creaky floorboard and I'm safe-"

"Have fun?"
Y/N squeaked and dropped her spoons on the floor, some rolling away. By the counter was her Abuela in all her glory, holding a candle stick which only just made out her features. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Uh... late?" Y/N gave a nervous smile and shrugged.
"Too right it's late! I've been worried to hell and back." Abuela's voice was laced with fury and concern for the girl. "All I sent you down where for spoons. Spoons! Not a whole haul of stuff! You silly silly girl!"

Y/Ns POV:
I could practically feel the anger radiating of Abuela. She was not happy... "I'm sorry... time ran on and I got distracted"
Abuela picked up one of the 5 spoons from the floor. "And what would that be?" She insisted.
I messed with my hands. I couldn't tell her about before, no way. Not only would it cause her to become more livid and call the guards, not only on
the thieves but the boy I met aswell! He treated me too kindly to just rat out.

Abuela stood there, arms crossed. But what on earth am I meant to say...
"I was- out with friends! Yes friends ahaha." I went to close the curtains, in hope that the subject would be changed. "Hmm.. and what did you do that required you to return so late?"
"Oh, an erray of activities."
"An example-?"
"Uh-" Come on Y/N what would you do with your friends you rarely see. "Just.. messing around the river... throwing sticks in the... said river. Talking about the politics."

Abuela raised her wrinkled brow.
"Really, politics." She yawned and sighed. "I'm too tired for this... your let off. But if I ever find out your back at this time again, I'll have to ground you... sound fare?" I put my head down in 'shame'.
"I'm sorry Abuela... it won't happen again" I replied. She shook her head, and grabbed my hand. Her hands had a familiar warmness to them. "Now help me upstairs and grab something to eat, soups on the stove ready for you to heat up."

Normal POV:
Fed, washed and tired, Y/N fell on her bed. She took a deep breath before giggling to herself. Today... was something else. More excitement that she's ever experienced in her life... Dancing with thugs! She never imagined such a thing- and that boy she met.

His deep emerald eyes stuck in her head like glue. He gave her a moment in her life that would stay with her forever. Just thinking about him made butterflies flutter in her stomach. Y/N only met this boy once yet she craved to see him again. But how could she even find him again. It's not like she sees him in the market or anything...