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♦️A house-husband AU in which Cater Diamond navigates his life at home while fighting the overwhelming feelings he's convinced will ruin the one thing he's ever let himself have.
Disclaimer; this story handles themes of grief, unhealthy hyper-fixation of love, attachment issues, depression, eating disorders and thoughts of self-harm and harming others (all inward,never outward).
Cater edit by @lovesick-level-up
Guest tag: @reirei404 (sorry in advance,fam.)
One: In the beginning,it was like a movie.
Cater Diamond had been married for three years now. It was something—An achievement, as he often had to remind himself—which still felt immensely surreal to him. Then again, the Overblot fever outbreak which wiped out half the population of Twisted Wonderland was also something he couldn't believe had actually happened.
Still, he never even dreamt of marriage. Let alone being the one in charge of the household while his breadwinning wife did all the heavy lifting (figuratively but also sometimes literally since she didn't like him doing all the physical work by himself.) So, yes, the outbreak which killed a bunch of people was something he probably shouldn't undermine but Cater Diamond had been married for three years and that should definitely be more important than focusing on the really negative events of the world in which he could not change.
"Hi, baaaby!" Cater called out in a slight tune from the kitchen as he heard the front door open and the sounds of Yuu's footsteps. He wiped his hands on the hanging cloth near the open archway, adjusted his 'Kiss me!' apron he'd gotten online last week and hurried out to greet his wife.
When Yuu looked up as she took off her shoes at the entryway,she beamed at him and warmth spread across his chest.
"Wow,I don't remember hiring such a cute chef." Yuu said as she placed her shoes aside and stepped onto the landing which still kept her from being fully inside. Cater's eyes briefly took the way her socked feet were aligned almost perfectly along that line and it unsettled him that she didn't cross it yet.
"You kinda look like my husband." Yuu's words snapped him back to reality and Cater, despite the churning in his stomach and the way his hands itched to pull her to him, grinned coyly at her.
"That'll make my seduction a lot easier, actually."
Yuu blew out an amused sound at that before she laughed and went straight to embrace him. Cater came forward to catch her; the eagerness in which he spread his arms and wrapped them around her allowing another emotion to surface once she nuzzled into him and he buried his nose into her hair. In that split second, he felt how his hands would grip at her until his nails dug into her skin, blooming red trickling out. How it would be so easy to grab the back of her head so he could tilt her head back and sink his teeth into her throat. The taste of her on his tongue bittersweet.
Cater blinked and the images flooded away from his mind and when he looked down, there was only Yuu who stared up at him expectantly.
"Aren't you going to give me a welcome back kiss?" She said, almost too shyly. As if they had never kissed before. It sent a terrible ache into his heart.
Cater smiled, gentle and with all the love he could muster out of himself.
"The apron says you have to kiss me, actually." He pulled away enough so she could see the writing on the apron.
Yuu laughed again. The sound so full of life, Cater wondered what type of silence would it leave behind if she ever died.
He couldn't remember the way his mother and sisters laughed anymore. The last time he heard any of their voices was through a phone call just before they died.
Cater drew in a breath the same time Yuu went to slide her hand behind the nape of his neck. As she drew him down so their lips would meet, Cater saw the flickering images of her bloodied body before he closed his eyes and kissed her back.
"I'm telling you, Trey, you're probably a bit too intimidating is all. Try to chill a bit."
A little while after Yuu returned, she'd gotten the urge to go out for a quick jog and invited Cater to join, but the idea didn't appeal to him and so he told her he'd work on an early dinner for when she came back.
Yuu had looked disappointed but she kissed him on his cheek and went off anyway.
Now, as he flipped the flat bread he'd made earlier in the day on the pan, his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, he was doing his best to give some marital advice to his close friend Trey Clover who had recently gotten married to his childhood friend slash neighbor.
On the other side, he could hear a sigh of disbelief before Trey spoke.
"Intimidating? I think that's a first for me..," Cater could tell he was running a hand over his face,glasses pushed up slightly as he did so just from the sound of his friend's voice.
He smiled sympathetically even when Trey couldn't see him.
"Well, you do have a tendency to be just a liiiiiitle too mushy, maybe that gives her the jitters?" Cater took in the smell of the crisp bread before he slid it onto a plate. The way it looked so perfect made his chest swell up with pride.
"You're saying I love-bomb her too much? I didn't think that was ever a bad thing. You two seem happy to do it."
"Uh,yeah, but your wifey is like a complete introvert,Trey. For all you know, she gets overwhelmed before she can feel anything else." And that was still putting it nicely. Cater had met Trey's wife once before they married but she left an impression on him from how quiet and reclusive she was. To think Trey had been around her since his childhood was surprising even to Cater.
And that was back before the outbreak happened. He wasn't really sure how to even wonder what she was like now.
"I don't want to make this anymore difficult for her than it already is,Cater." Trey's words were somber and struck a chord in him, so after placing a new flatbread on the pan and letting it fry on one side for a couple of minutes, Cater flipped it over and brought his hand away from the pan's handle so he could hold his phone.
"I mean, you've known her your whole life,right?"
"We were neighbours since we were kids,yeah, but we didn't exactly spend every day together. She was scared of boys then. We got a bit closer when our folks decided to do a booth together at the weekly town market."
Cater cocked his head to the side as he put out the stove's fire and clumsily grabbed the bread with his fingers to plop it down onto the same plate earlier. He cringed at the heat his fingers had to endure but hummed delightfully when he licked them and tasted the rose oil and salt he used to lather on the bread.
"Her parents baked too?" He asked.
There was a slight pause before Trey answered.
"No, they did handmade crafts. You could buy one pastry and get one complimentary craft with it. They weren't doing so well on their own so my folks thought they'd help. It was a little better after that since word got around their stuff wasn't just nice to look at but super durable too." There was a painstakingly strong sense of nostalgia behind his words then, that it made Cater feel as if he knew exactly how her parents were like. What they looked like and how warm they must've been.
"...Has she mentioned them to you? I mean, you know about their..." Cater's voice trailed off at that moment,uncertain how to go about the topic and as if he sensed it, Trey sighed and though he did his best to sound like it didn't wear him down, Cater could hear the grief behind his words.
"No,she hasn't. Can't mention them any time sooner and I won't until she does it herself. Their deaths aren't mine to excavate...and that includes her grief too."
"Geez,Trey, if I was a girl and not crazy over my wife, I think I would've been so down bad for you. Like, okay Mr. Sensitivity, please don't seduce me with your sense of compassion and patience or my clothes are gonna fall off."
"Cater,Great Sevens, you're unbelievable."
It was dismissal to say the least but Cater didn't want Trey feeling so down and plus, it was a bit uncomfortable to talk about someone else's dead parents. He knew Trey would get it anyway so Cater smiled to himself.
"She'll get around eventually." He said optimistically just as he heard the familiar click of the front door as it unlocked.
"Fingers crossed." Trey said and then Cater ended the call with a quick but supportive goodbye.
He stuffed his phone into his jean's back pocket, double checked the plating for the flatbreads and then brought it out along with the homemade dipping he kept in the fridge.
Yuu was in the middle of wiping the side of her neck with the hand towel Cater gave her for her birthday last year and the sight of the embroidered initial of her name which he took months to get it right sent an exuberant thrill down his spine which struck him in the chest too when she caught his gaze and smiled at him.
"Why are you having heart eyes?" Yuu asked, playfully. She folded the hand towel in two and placed it on the back of their couch once she was finished with it, a slightly heavy gleam in her eyes when Cater arched his brows innocently.
"Heart eyes? What? I'm just having normal eyes now,babe."
The edges of her lips twitched but then she shifted her attention on the plate in his hands. Her expression softened but it was also unreadable and suddenly Cater was fighting the urge to not freeze up.
"Just one plate again?" She sounded so tender, so,so very careful. His uneasiness grew.
"What? You don't like sharing with me? Boo hoo, I thought we were bonding." He moved as he talked, effortlessly placing the plate onto the dining table before he came to wrap his arms around Yuu's waist. He leaned in before she could say anything and kissed her so deeply that when it ended, her cheeks were flushed and her body hummed pleasantly against his.
Cater smiled down at her,lips pouting and eyes alight with a clear intent to drown out her silly little worries.
Yuu licked her bottom lip,dazed rather than flirty, and her eyes were earnestly conflicted but Cater knew he just needed a little more pushing to keep her away from thinking too much.
"Oh,baby." He cooed, one hand pressing behind the small of her back while the other came to tilt her chin up.
"I like sharing meals with you." Cater purred and watched keenly as the emotions flickered about in her eyes; worry,doubt,and most painfully,love. Oh, how she loves him. Cater didn't deserve it. But it was his. So he would take it as selfishly as he could.
"I know and I do too." Yuu said, smiling at him again. Her arms came to settle around his waist and she even pulled him in closer. But then her gaze shifted to the plate on their dining table and when he caught the way the thoughts formed in her eyes then, Cater imagined gouging them out. Not because he hated them. No. Never. Never because of hate but because it hurt too much to see how much love she had for him.
"But you haven't eaten a portion for yourself in weeks." He could just hear the words come out of her so clearly but before they did, he leaned down and kissed her.
Again and again and again until she could do nothing but melt into his affections.
Capri Notes;
So, this was unannounced lmao. I didn't include this in the previous list cause I was unsure about posting it, but I think it's okay. Cater has always been my favorite to write with angst, he just seems to invite it, you know? I have a thought about making it a series with some other handpicked characters but we'll see. It'll be a short series though, preferably with a happy end so don't worry.
♦️A house-husband AU in which Cater Diamond navigates his life at home while fighting the overwhelming feelings he's convinced will ruin the one thing he's ever let himself have.
Disclaimer; this story handles themes of grief, unhealthy hyper-fixation of love, attachment issues, depression, eating disorders and thoughts of self-harm and harming others (all inward,never outward).
Cater edit by @lovesick-level-up
Guest tag: @reirei404 (sorry in advance,fam.)
One: In the beginning,it was like a movie.
Cater Diamond had been married for three years now. It was something—An achievement, as he often had to remind himself—which still felt immensely surreal to him. Then again, the Overblot fever outbreak which wiped out half the population of Twisted Wonderland was also something he couldn't believe had actually happened.
Still, he never even dreamt of marriage. Let alone being the one in charge of the household while his breadwinning wife did all the heavy lifting (figuratively but also sometimes literally since she didn't like him doing all the physical work by himself.) So, yes, the outbreak which killed a bunch of people was something he probably shouldn't undermine but Cater Diamond had been married for three years and that should definitely be more important than focusing on the really negative events of the world in which he could not change.
"Hi, baaaby!" Cater called out in a slight tune from the kitchen as he heard the front door open and the sounds of Yuu's footsteps. He wiped his hands on the hanging cloth near the open archway, adjusted his 'Kiss me!' apron he'd gotten online last week and hurried out to greet his wife.
When Yuu looked up as she took off her shoes at the entryway,she beamed at him and warmth spread across his chest.
"Wow,I don't remember hiring such a cute chef." Yuu said as she placed her shoes aside and stepped onto the landing which still kept her from being fully inside. Cater's eyes briefly took the way her socked feet were aligned almost perfectly along that line and it unsettled him that she didn't cross it yet.
"You kinda look like my husband." Yuu's words snapped him back to reality and Cater, despite the churning in his stomach and the way his hands itched to pull her to him, grinned coyly at her.
"That'll make my seduction a lot easier, actually."
Yuu blew out an amused sound at that before she laughed and went straight to embrace him. Cater came forward to catch her; the eagerness in which he spread his arms and wrapped them around her allowing another emotion to surface once she nuzzled into him and he buried his nose into her hair. In that split second, he felt how his hands would grip at her until his nails dug into her skin, blooming red trickling out. How it would be so easy to grab the back of her head so he could tilt her head back and sink his teeth into her throat. The taste of her on his tongue bittersweet.
Cater blinked and the images flooded away from his mind and when he looked down, there was only Yuu who stared up at him expectantly.
"Aren't you going to give me a welcome back kiss?" She said, almost too shyly. As if they had never kissed before. It sent a terrible ache into his heart.
Cater smiled, gentle and with all the love he could muster out of himself.
"The apron says you have to kiss me, actually." He pulled away enough so she could see the writing on the apron.
Yuu laughed again. The sound so full of life, Cater wondered what type of silence would it leave behind if she ever died.
He couldn't remember the way his mother and sisters laughed anymore. The last time he heard any of their voices was through a phone call just before they died.
Cater drew in a breath the same time Yuu went to slide her hand behind the nape of his neck. As she drew him down so their lips would meet, Cater saw the flickering images of her bloodied body before he closed his eyes and kissed her back.
"I'm telling you, Trey, you're probably a bit too intimidating is all. Try to chill a bit."
A little while after Yuu returned, she'd gotten the urge to go out for a quick jog and invited Cater to join, but the idea didn't appeal to him and so he told her he'd work on an early dinner for when she came back.
Yuu had looked disappointed but she kissed him on his cheek and went off anyway.
Now, as he flipped the flat bread he'd made earlier in the day on the pan, his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, he was doing his best to give some marital advice to his close friend Trey Clover who had recently gotten married to his childhood friend slash neighbor.
On the other side, he could hear a sigh of disbelief before Trey spoke.
"Intimidating? I think that's a first for me..," Cater could tell he was running a hand over his face,glasses pushed up slightly as he did so just from the sound of his friend's voice.
He smiled sympathetically even when Trey couldn't see him.
"Well, you do have a tendency to be just a liiiiiitle too mushy, maybe that gives her the jitters?" Cater took in the smell of the crisp bread before he slid it onto a plate. The way it looked so perfect made his chest swell up with pride.
"You're saying I love-bomb her too much? I didn't think that was ever a bad thing. You two seem happy to do it."
"Uh,yeah, but your wifey is like a complete introvert,Trey. For all you know, she gets overwhelmed before she can feel anything else." And that was still putting it nicely. Cater had met Trey's wife once before they married but she left an impression on him from how quiet and reclusive she was. To think Trey had been around her since his childhood was surprising even to Cater.
And that was back before the outbreak happened. He wasn't really sure how to even wonder what she was like now.
"I don't want to make this anymore difficult for her than it already is,Cater." Trey's words were somber and struck a chord in him, so after placing a new flatbread on the pan and letting it fry on one side for a couple of minutes, Cater flipped it over and brought his hand away from the pan's handle so he could hold his phone.
"I mean, you've known her your whole life,right?"
"We were neighbours since we were kids,yeah, but we didn't exactly spend every day together. She was scared of boys then. We got a bit closer when our folks decided to do a booth together at the weekly town market."
Cater cocked his head to the side as he put out the stove's fire and clumsily grabbed the bread with his fingers to plop it down onto the same plate earlier. He cringed at the heat his fingers had to endure but hummed delightfully when he licked them and tasted the rose oil and salt he used to lather on the bread.
"Her parents baked too?" He asked.
There was a slight pause before Trey answered.
"No, they did handmade crafts. You could buy one pastry and get one complimentary craft with it. They weren't doing so well on their own so my folks thought they'd help. It was a little better after that since word got around their stuff wasn't just nice to look at but super durable too." There was a painstakingly strong sense of nostalgia behind his words then, that it made Cater feel as if he knew exactly how her parents were like. What they looked like and how warm they must've been.
"...Has she mentioned them to you? I mean, you know about their..." Cater's voice trailed off at that moment,uncertain how to go about the topic and as if he sensed it, Trey sighed and though he did his best to sound like it didn't wear him down, Cater could hear the grief behind his words.
"No,she hasn't. Can't mention them any time sooner and I won't until she does it herself. Their deaths aren't mine to excavate...and that includes her grief too."
"Geez,Trey, if I was a girl and not crazy over my wife, I think I would've been so down bad for you. Like, okay Mr. Sensitivity, please don't seduce me with your sense of compassion and patience or my clothes are gonna fall off."
"Cater,Great Sevens, you're unbelievable."
It was dismissal to say the least but Cater didn't want Trey feeling so down and plus, it was a bit uncomfortable to talk about someone else's dead parents. He knew Trey would get it anyway so Cater smiled to himself.
"She'll get around eventually." He said optimistically just as he heard the familiar click of the front door as it unlocked.
"Fingers crossed." Trey said and then Cater ended the call with a quick but supportive goodbye.
He stuffed his phone into his jean's back pocket, double checked the plating for the flatbreads and then brought it out along with the homemade dipping he kept in the fridge.
Yuu was in the middle of wiping the side of her neck with the hand towel Cater gave her for her birthday last year and the sight of the embroidered initial of her name which he took months to get it right sent an exuberant thrill down his spine which struck him in the chest too when she caught his gaze and smiled at him.
"Why are you having heart eyes?" Yuu asked, playfully. She folded the hand towel in two and placed it on the back of their couch once she was finished with it, a slightly heavy gleam in her eyes when Cater arched his brows innocently.
"Heart eyes? What? I'm just having normal eyes now,babe."
The edges of her lips twitched but then she shifted her attention on the plate in his hands. Her expression softened but it was also unreadable and suddenly Cater was fighting the urge to not freeze up.
"Just one plate again?" She sounded so tender, so,so very careful. His uneasiness grew.
"What? You don't like sharing with me? Boo hoo, I thought we were bonding." He moved as he talked, effortlessly placing the plate onto the dining table before he came to wrap his arms around Yuu's waist. He leaned in before she could say anything and kissed her so deeply that when it ended, her cheeks were flushed and her body hummed pleasantly against his.
Cater smiled down at her,lips pouting and eyes alight with a clear intent to drown out her silly little worries.
Yuu licked her bottom lip,dazed rather than flirty, and her eyes were earnestly conflicted but Cater knew he just needed a little more pushing to keep her away from thinking too much.
"Oh,baby." He cooed, one hand pressing behind the small of her back while the other came to tilt her chin up.
"I like sharing meals with you." Cater purred and watched keenly as the emotions flickered about in her eyes; worry,doubt,and most painfully,love. Oh, how she loves him. Cater didn't deserve it. But it was his. So he would take it as selfishly as he could.
"I know and I do too." Yuu said, smiling at him again. Her arms came to settle around his waist and she even pulled him in closer. But then her gaze shifted to the plate on their dining table and when he caught the way the thoughts formed in her eyes then, Cater imagined gouging them out. Not because he hated them. No. Never. Never because of hate but because it hurt too much to see how much love she had for him.
"But you haven't eaten a portion for yourself in weeks." He could just hear the words come out of her so clearly but before they did, he leaned down and kissed her.
Again and again and again until she could do nothing but melt into his affections.
Capri Notes;
So, this was unannounced lmao. I didn't include this in the previous list cause I was unsure about posting it, but I think it's okay. Cater has always been my favorite to write with angst, he just seems to invite it, you know? I have a thought about making it a series with some other handpicked characters but we'll see. It'll be a short series though, preferably with a happy end so don't worry.
(cater diamond x reader. set during the crisp 'n' dips diner event)
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“I personally recommend the Crisp ‘n’ Dips Burger,” says the waiter, leaning on your table. “It’s a classic! Can’t go wrong with that.”
You struggle to form a cohesive response, feeling your cheeks burn. Does he have to stand so close? Wait, you’re an idiot, why wouldn’t you want him standing close to you? Man, you hope your cheeks aren’t turning colors. They’re definitely pink. He can definitely tell. Why are you fumbling your first opportunity to say something to him!
Your friend is having no such difficulties.
“Awesome,” she says, “we’ll just need a sec to look over the menu.”
“Of course!” he chirps. “Just give Cay-Cay a wave-wave when you’re ready, okay?”
You almost swear he winks at you before skating away to his next table, doing a spin on the way. You can’t take your eyes off of him.
Your friend leans across the table towards you, bubbling over with excitement.
“I can’t believe we got in! The line was already so long when we got here, I thought we wouldn’t have a chance. Isn’t this just the cutest diner?” she gushes.
“I guess,” you say, “but no diner meal is worth that line.”
She waves her hand at you. “Of course not, silly. It didn’t go viral for the food. I showed you the chipmunks, remember?”
You nod. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
You came to see the chipmunks, but now your attention’s been grabbed by something else. You track your waiter with your eyes as he rolls around the restaurant, waiting for an opportune moment when he’s far away to lean towards your friend and whisper, “I have never needed anything more than I need that waiter’s number.”
Her eyes light up and she tilts her head closer, scanning the diner. “Which one?”
“Our waiter. The ginger?”
She studies him across the diner, tapping a finger on the table.
“Him? He’s cute, I guess, but you never ask anyone for their number. Not even, like, platonically. Aren’t you afraid of talking to people?”
She phrases it like a question, but you both know the answer.
“I’m not afraid,” you insist. “Just… I think too much about what people think of me, okay? I get embarrassed easily. But embarrassment be darned, I need that boy’s number.”
You both watch him skating between tables for a moment, only to realize with a devastating shock that he is skating towards you. Towards your table. And you’ve both been so preoccupied watching him that you forgot to give your menus even a passing glance.
Your friend doesn’t seem fazed, casually flipping her menu open. She’s probably planning to just tell him you’re not ready. If only you thought of that. Instead, you frantically try to scan your menu, words and dishes swimming before your eyes. When he gets to your table, he taps on it, grinning in your direction.
“Hey guys! Are we ready to order yet?”
“Can I have the Crisp ‘n’ Dips burger?” you blurt out.
“Yeppers, of course,” your waiter says, “great choice! And for you?”
He turns to your friend, who’s staring at you with vague annoyance in her eyes.
“Oh, I’m not ready yet,” she tells him. “Neither of us really had the chance to look over the menu yet? I think my friend here just decided they wanted the burger on your recommendation.”
“It’s totes great, I promise. The onion rings tie it together into the perfect meal,” he says, turning back and staring straight at you. You’ve never been great with eye contact, but you physically can’t look away from him. Despite that, you somehow manage to overcome your mental block and finally respond to him.
“I’m excited!” you say, plastering a smile on your face despite the butterflies in your stomach. “I’ve heard great things about this place.”
He beams. “Aw, thanks! We’ve put a lot of hard work into it these past few days.”
Before he has the chance to continue, if he was even going to, one of the other waiters calls “Cater!” from the other side of the diner, and your waiter’s head snaps up.
“Sorry, guys, duty calls! I’ll be right back to take your order,” he - Cater - says, pointing at your friend before skating away.
You roll the name around in your head and on your tongue. Surely he introduced himself when you sat down, but you were honestly kind of busy being star-struck by the droop of his eyes and the curve of his smile. They belong to a boy called Cater.
Your friend nudges you with her elbow.
“Hey, you owe me one,” she insists. “I let it go that you ordered before I was ready and I veered his attention back towards you. Plus now he has to come back again to take my order.”
You nudge her back. “You’re the best. Are you still gonna order the Popcorn Flurry gingerbread house so we can see the chipmunks, too?”
“Of course,” she says, placing her menu down on the table. “And then I’m probably just going to get that burger, too.”
You nod, fiddling with the straw in your water. “Do you think I should ask him for his number when we pay, or… I dunno, they’re really busy.”
“I’m not letting you chicken out,” your friend says, staring you down across the table.
“I’m not,” you say, and you mean it. You’re someone who never takes risks, but you look at Cater and you think this is a risk you’re willing to take.
Your friend sighs, leaning back in her chair. “It’s not like I’m super experienced getting people’s numbers either. But they’re just so busy, I’m not sure he’ll have time to give it to you after we’re done, you know? So maybe it’d be better to try to get it now.”
You bury your face in your hands, feeling your ears burn. “Oh gosh. But then he’ll say no and we’ll have to sit here and eat our burgers and it’ll be so awkward. I don’t want to ruin the day for you just because I -”
“Hey, ready to order yet?” you hear, and your head snaps up and he’s right there, smiling at you with those eyes and those pointy canines. Why’s he looking at you when your friend’s the one who still needs to order? Are you reading into it? You’re reading into it.
“Can I have the Crisp ‘n’ Dips burger? And if I order the Popcorn Flurry, we get to see the chipmunks, right?” your friend asks.
“Aw, who spoiled the surprise?” Cater says playfully, leaning on the table. “That’s one of the menu items the chippies come out to help us with, so yeah, you’ll definitely get to see them. Should I put you in for one of those?”
She nods, closing her menu and telling him, “My friend really wanted to come see them, and I wanted to try the dish anyway.”
“I love chipmunks,” you add. Hopefully he likes chipmunks, if he works here. Or maybe he’s tired of them. But his face lights up, sending the butterflies in your stomach fluttering again.
“Right? They’re so cute! The uniforms are striped like a chipmunk’s back, too, which I think is such a cool touch.”
“Yeah!” you say. “Your uniforms look great.”
He bobs his head, messing with the chipmunk charms on his belt. “For sure. I’ve been thinking of asking the manager if I can keep one when we’re done.”
“When you’re done?” you ask. You can feel yourself growing more comfortable talking to him, overthinking less the words you say. It’s hard to think in front of him anyway.
“Mm-hm, the four of us are just helping out temporarily. That’s why ya boi Cay-Cay gets to be acting manager.”
This time he definitely winks at you, grabbing you and your friend’s menus from the table in front of you.
“Let’s hope the power doesn’t go to my head,” he says, jokingly. “I’ll be right out with those burgers and Popcorn Flurry, okay?”
You find yourself nodding even after he’s gone, until your friend grabs your arm from across the table.
“Was I seeing things,” she whispers, “or did he totally wink at you?”
“He totally winked at me,” you tell her. You don’t think you can stop smiling.
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The diner is, of course, super busy, so after Cater drops off your food, he stops coming by as much. Which is fine. It gives you time to chat with your friend, who you are technically here to hang out with.
“Okay,” you say, for what feels like the kajillionth time. “So my number’s written on this napkin, and when he comes over to take our payment, I give it to him and say, like. ‘I think you’re really cute. Here’s my number. Call me?’ Is that gonna be too weird?”
Your friend just laughs, stretching in her chair. “I’ve never heard you talk about a guy this much before. Maybe you should just ask him to marry you.”
You try to glare at her, but your heart isn’t in it. “Can you focus?” you insist. “I’m giving him my number and you can’t stop me, but I want him to actually call me. Or text me. Probably text me.”
“He seems pretty chill,” she reminds you, “and super friendly. I bet even if you make the situation awkward, he’ll be able to salvage it.”
“I guess,” you say, “but I’d rather it wasn’t awkward at all.”
She laughs again, pushing her chair back so she can get up.
“I’m running to the bathroom, so don’t chicken out if he comes by while I’m gone,” she says. “And don’t forget, you’re paying for both of us because I covered it last time.”
You just nod, staring down at the napkin bearing your number, trying not to crinkle it with your nervous fingers. You don’t even know how long it’s been since your friend got up when you hear Cater’s voice again.
“Heyo,” he says, “are you ready to pay? Or should we wait for your friend?”
“Oh, no, it’s fine,” you say, adrenaline pumping through your veins, hoping your voice is steadier than you feel. “I’m paying for both of us.”
He hums an acknowledgement as he puts the bill in front of you, and waits by your table for you to be finished with it. You thought waiters normally just dropped the bill off and came back later, but maybe things are different here. Or maybe it’s just a him thing.
Your hands are definitely shaking when you hand the bill back to him, and when he starts turning away, the only thing you can say to get his attention turns out to be a shaky “um.” But it works.
“What’s up?” Cater asks, voice cheerful as ever. You’re having a hard time looking at him, feeling the embarrassment pooling in the back of your head, but you slide the napkin towards him.
“This is my number,” you say, staring at it so you don’t have to see his face. “I just, um. Call me, I guess? Please.”
Gosh, could that have come out any worse? What did you mean, ‘please’?!
But he takes the napkin, and he barely hesitates before ripping off a piece and reaching into his pocket for a pen. You watch him as he writes, and when he’s done he holds it out to you.
“Here’s my number,” he says. “This way we definitely won’t lose touch, ‘kay?”
You take the scrap of napkin and hold it like the treasure it is, heart thumping so loudly you can hardly hear yourself think.
“‘Kay,” you say, and Cater grins.
“Great,” he says. “Perfect. Um… I guess I should probs go back to work now? Acting Manager and all.”
“Of course,” you say. “Yeah. Go do what you need to.” You seem to have developed a warm and fuzzy feeling that’s originating from the spot where you’re holding his number close to your chest. You’ve never needed to not drop something more than at this moment.
Cater grabs the other half of the napkin off the table. He holds it tight in his hand.
“I’ll put this somewhere safe,” he tells you. “So… see you next time?”
You nod, feeling your face flush.
“Although,” you add, “maybe not if you won’t be working here anymore soon.”
He shrugs. “Even so,” he says, “there’ll be a next time, I promise.”
You hold this promise in your chest along with the insignificant scrap of paper, feeling your heart thump against your hand as he skates away. Your friend is going to come back from the bathroom, and then you’re going to go home to your family for dinner. And then you’re going to put the napkin on your nightstand, and you’re going to type his number into your phone. And maybe, just maybe, when you call him - he’ll pick up.
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