#sobastorytime

She was adorable. 

You watched her from afar, usually. 

She was, of course, a colleague of sorts. So you had seen her at work. But you loved seeing her outside work hours. She was kind and you had talked to her before she headed back home for the day. 

She would sit at this chair you had set up near the ocean, and watch the waves. Or sometimes she’d read. It depended on the day.

You. Realized about a week into your infatuation that, you might come off, maybe, just a bit, stalkery.

You! Weren’t stalking her though!! You just,,, had a lot of work on the Island trying to make it the best it could be and. You always got a little distracted while trying to fix up that area.

You were actually doing that right now. Or trying to, and failing miserably as you drew little patterns in the sand. You idly drew her in the sand, taking your time to get her happy expression just right.

You pressed your hand to her’s drawn in the sand. Drawing little hearts around her with a soft smile.

It was useless to pine, you figured. It would probably be a little bit unprofessional to date a colleague. 

Still, you let yourself pine.

After all, she would never know unless you told her right?

She would have no clue and the two of you could remain professional colleagues and that would be it. 

And you know what? That was okay with you. I mean this town would probably take all your time decorating and redecorating at all the villager's whims.

It would be unfair. 

It was stupid to cry. But it hurt. It hurt so much. 

You had planted yourself on the furthest corner of the island to cry your eyes out and thankfully no one had found you just yet.

You quieted your sobs as you heard sandy steps nearby. 

Maybe you spoke a bit too soon.

“Oh. There you are!” You refused to show your face to him. “One of the Villager's told Isabelle that you’ve been missing for a while.”

He stood close to me, I looked away from him. “Are you hurt?”

I stifled a sniffle, then gave in. I nodded, I couldn’t look at him, see the disappointment in his eyes. 

He groaned as he kneeled down onto the sand, “A wasp right?” He said, then pulling out a little tube of medicine. “Tommy would get stung often. Timmy liked to shake the trees and Tommy always tried to catch the bugs.”

He nudged my face to look at him, his soft expression looking over my teary face. “It’s alright. It’ll stop hurting soon.” He cooed helping you put on the cream.

It felt cold and you flinched at the contact before it really did stop hurting. “Isn’t that better?”

I wiped the remaining tears out of my eyes, nodding pitifully.

“We should get back to Resident Services. Everyone is worried.” He said, then sitting down beside me. “Maybe after the swelling goes down first. Yes?”

I nodded, still cradling my legs.

He sighed and reached over, patting my back.

--

“Did you have a nice walk?” Isabelle asked, looking up from her itinerary. 

“I did. Thank you. Our Resident Representative really is putting the place together.”

Honestly, it started as a whim.

You had talked to her, or tried to talk to her. She ignored you a little bit but you expected that. You came in everyday to see what they had for sale next and there she was, always working. 

You brought her a pear one day. It wasn’t the oranges that were native to your town and you figured she’d appreciate it more than you would.

She didn’t say anything as you walked up to her and placed the fruit on the far corner of her work space. That little part of the desk that you noticed wasn’t used all that much.

“For you!” you said softly, leaving with only a little wave in the two Hedgehog’s direction before leaving the shop.

The next day you had brought a peach, she was still silent as you deposited it onto her desk. The last fruit was gone, and no reminisce of it was left. You stood there, fidgeting with your bag strap. “Did you like the pear?” You asked as you placed the fuzzy fruit.

She looked up at you momentarily. “I did. Thank you.”

You could feel your face growing hot. “I’m glad! E-Enjoy this one too!”

She looked at the peach and slowed her sewing machine, touching it softly. “Thank you.” She almost whispered, and you were enamored. 

Her voice was soft, she sounded a bit tired but kind. You wanted to hear more.

“It’s no problem!” You had said, a little too loudly you thought. You knew this as you scampered nervously out of the shop in embarrassment. 

You scrambled toward the nook shop and hid outside at the back. You giggled to yourself nervously as you fought to keep your giddiness down.

She was so cute!

And then there was a sudden realization that dawned over you. You didn’t buy any clothes!

You’d…..You’d have to walk back in there………