Barkeep!Vi x Baker!Reader who close up as the other opens.
The warm smell of fresh bread wafts into the now empty bar as Vi is putting chairs away. She glad that Vander is somewhere in the back taking inventory for the night because he would never let her live it down if he saw the look on her face. She gravitates towards the open door, watching you move through the shop.
Your windows are wide open, a pie already cooling in one of the sills. The early morning is quiet, perhaps the only time the undercity is. She can hear you faintly humming a song she doesn’t recognize. Probably one mothers make up to put their children to sleep.
Against her better judgement, she stays there longer than she probably should. Just watching the way you float around- watering flowers, changing the sign.
Vander footsteps eventually snap her out of it and she returns to her work, but you never leave her mind.
You catch her a couple times but you can’t judge. After all the amount of time you’ve spent watching her carry in crates and fix old tables is outrageous.
You wonder if she’d be as hard with you as she is with the rowdy customers. Maybe she’d have a soft spot. A look and tone of voice reserved specially for you. Similar to way she is with her sister but slightly different.
One day she’ll work up the courage to buy you a drink. One day you’ll convince yourself to bake her and Vander a batch of cookies.
But until then you’re there, watching (admiring) each other from a distance.
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Once again written on my phone instead of doing the schoolwork I’m already behind on 😐. I got this idea while baking a cake with my grandma earlier so here she issss. X
