#wtpf

Lately, I’ve been seeing this style of painting everywhere — and honestly, I think they look super cool. So naturally, I wanted my Sims to have some too.

This is a small four-piece collection. Each painting comes with multiple frame color options and features seven different artworks per frame.

All the frames are base game compatible, and you can grab the set over on my Sims File Share 😊

You rounded the corner with a couple plates in your hands and started down the middle aisle towards Mr. Katlin and his daughter.

If it hadn’t been for Sam saying, “The two in booth 8 need their orders taken but I just got stuck on cleanup duty for a bit, could you take care of it for me?”, then your day would’ve been just fine. But unfortunately for you, your luck had flown out the door when the two mystery men had walked in.

You set down the plates you were carrying and told Mr. Katlin and his daughter Callie to have a nice meal, before walking to the back corner where booth 8 was.

Without looking up from your note pad while writing up the previous booth’s bill, you quoted your little script as per usual, trying to keep your smile in place.

“Good morning and welcome to Clara’s. What would you like to order this morning? Our specials today are Belgian waffles topped with strawberries and whip cream, and our famous Stuffed omelets.”, you paused waiting for their responses, ready to scribble them down real quick.

You may have been prepared to take their order, but you definitely weren’t prepared for what happened next.

You heard a chuckle followed by, “I’ll take the waffles”, suddenly your heart dropped and you froze because you recognized that voice. That was a voice you had been trying so hard to forget, unsuccessfully I might add.

You whipped your head up to get a visual on the person and make sure your head wasn’t just playing a cruel trick on you.

But when your eyes settled on this mystery waffle guy, your heart felt like it dropped into your stomach.

Part of you felt heartbroken still and you almost slapped him right in his gorgeous face, but the other part of you had butterflies in your stomach so bad that you just about thought you’d throw up.

Realizing that the two of you were just staring at each other speechless and that you should probably finish taking their orders before the manager yelled at you, you nervously mumbled out a response, “Uh... Is that with or without the toppings..?”.

He gave you a look that said “Duh, with of course” and laughed again.

That sound, that wonderful sound, was like music to your ears and had your stomach doing flip flops. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed those deep gravelly chuckles of his until that moment, but of course, you didn’t let it show.

Without missing a beat you turned to Sam as if Dean hadn’t spoken and said, “And for you?”, with the sweetest smile you could muster at the moment.

“I’ll have the stuffed omelet, thanks,” Sam said with a slight smile. He added a quick, “It’s good to see you by the way” before you walked away.

You just gave him a small smile and said a quick, “You too” before walking to the counter with their orders.

Once you were behind the counter Sam came up to you and asked if you were alright and said that she could take this one if you wanted.

You just shook your head and said, “Nah, it’s alright, the bigger guy is named Sam too, so it might be a bit confusing if you went over there”.

She just laughed and said, “Alright, if you’re sure you got this.”, and then she disappeared through the swinging doors to the kitchen with the orders.

Realizing you forgot to ask what they wanted to drink you walked back over to their booth and asked if they wanted any coffee or anything.

“Just a couple sodas,” Sam said.

But Dean took the opportunity to speak up, looking you right in the eyes while he did it which had you glued to where you stood.

“I’ve missed you, a lot. You look great by the way. I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

The way he was talking was as if he hadn’t ripped your heart out just a few of weeks ago. Like the two of you were old friends catching up. It sort of pissed you off actually, that he could sit there and be so calm and collected when you wanted to scream until you busted a lung and cry your eyes out until there was nothing left.

But on top of the heartache and sadness was an overwhelming anger, one that had been building over the past few weeks and was festering under the surface.

You were so angry most of the time. Angry at him for saying those things to that girl in the first place, angry that you weren’t enough, angry that he had that much of an effect on you... But mostly you were angry at yourself because, despite all of that, you were still very much in love with him and deep down you knew that there wasn’t a thing you could do about it.

So you simply nodded and replied, “You look well too”, with a hint of a smile.

But you knew he could still see the sadness in your eyes when he just smiled a bit and looked down at his hands, which you now noticed had just about strangled his poor little napkin while he kept wringing it in his hands like a nervous tick.

“I’ll go get your drinks”, you said quietly as you turned.

But the only thing Dean focused on was the fact that it felt like you were walking away from him all over again like he’d lost his chance to try and convince you to come back to him.

After dropping off their drinks you said it’d be about five more minutes for their food to be done.

You came back over with their plates when they were finally ready, set them on the table and scribbled out the bill real quick, wishing them a good rest of their day.

You were just turning to walk away when all of a sudden Dean reached out and grabbed your wrist stopping you in your tracks, not hard enough to hurt you, just enough to get your attention.

You half turned and the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments, before he finally let go of your wrist and looked down like he was too ashamed to even try to ask you to stay and talk to him.

He thought you were going to walk back to the front counter without another word, but instead, you surprised him by turning back around and asking how long they’d be in town, to which he quickly blurted out 2-3 weeks causing Sam to quietly chuckle to himself as he ate.

You smiled a little trying not to laugh because Sam’s laughter was always contagious and Dean’s enthusiasm made you forget a bit of your aggression, “Just so you know Winchester, we have a daily lunch special on slices of pie, half price. There’s a different kind each day. You’ll have to check it out tomorrow, it’s your favorite.”, oh, how he loved his apple pie.

“Really? You won’t mind us popping in quite a bit?” Dean asked a little too eagerly, which made you giggle, “No, I won’t mind.”, and suddenly Dean’s face lit up and his eyes looked up at you with a renewed sense of hope, relief, and happiness.

He already couldn’t wait for it to be tomorrow, as she walked away with a genuine smile on her lips, and he couldn’t help but feel thankful that he was the reason it was there.

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