A Star
Mettaton had insisted you go to dinner with him, and even though everything in your right mind told you otherwise, you accepted his offer. He was interesting, the way he looked. He was far taller than you imagined, even with the six inch heels on his dark pink boots. His wavy black hair fell over his face perfectly, framing the pink of his left eye even better. His lips, which were dark on top and colored a red on the bottom, pulled into a delighted smile as you agreed. His eyebrow raising with the twinkle of his eye.
He followed you, or at least you think he did, to the restaurant he had said you might enjoy. Though you didn't want to admit it, you had been there, and disliked the service quality. You went a lot of places, mainly searching through restaurants to see what you should, and shouldn't do. You had talked to several managers, and although a few disregarded you altogether, some had given you advice that you would take all the way with you.
As you finally pulled into, yet another parking lot, you sighed. At least you hadn't grabbed any frozen food, you thought to yourself as you pulled out your keys and pocketed them. As soon as you exited the car, Mettaton was on you again, quickly taking your arm and looping it through his. You sighed, but smiled anyways. It , the situation you were in, was very weird, but welcome against your lonely schedule anyways.
You didn't have many friends, at least not any that could stay with you very long. Your life was fast paced, but not interesting to many, and even though you hated to admit it to yourself, you knew it was boring at the moment. You had done very many things in your life, and you regret very few of them, being the open person you are.
As you walked into the restaurant, the two of you were instantly swarmed within a crowd of people, all fans. The lights going off from phones and cameras bothered you, so you shut your eyes. People were shouting and asking questions, all of them ranging from simple, to slightly creepy. Mettaton stood proud through it all, and as he finally noticed your discomfort, shooed them away. Though, it wasn't easy at all.
Finally someone came up to give the two of you a table. It was a simple booth, but you didn't mind at all. The waitress was much nicer now, than she had been last time,(even if it was a different person,) it was most likely because of Mettaton.
A lot of people kept giving you looks of distaste, obviously jealous of you. Though you tried to shrug it off, it put you down slightly. You were honestly a nobody now, and it meant nothing in the means to what was going on now. You frowned slightly when the waitress came back, sneaking a glare at you as she poured your drink.
Mettaton quickly gained your attention again, trying to get to the point. His contested on his hand, which was draped over his glass of pink lemonade. His pink eye was focused in you, slightly lidded. The light reflected off of his hair, wonderfully. You liked the way it looked. Him. Anyways.
He gave you a slight smirk before speaking, his smooth voice, practically purring a you. "So, dear, what do you do for a living?" He tilted his body back, lifting his hand up, the cup in his gloved fingers. He elegantly drank from it, and placed it back down.
This question was easy, but you hated telling people about your several jobs. You hated admitting that you had little to give. You had little potential, that you could show. You sighed, and let a smile slip to your face. "I work at one of the local stores as a cashier. I also work at one of the bars around here, but it's shutting down soon. I also work as an entertainer at Elena's. The, other bar? You know the really nice one?" Mettaton nodded and smiled at you. "I love it there. It pays little, but I get to sing, get tips, and the people seem to like it so,..." you drifted off.
Mettaton sat a moment, still smiling at you. His fingers gently tapped the side of his cup as he looked at you with a far of gaze, as if contemplating something. You nearly jumped as he spoke again. " Why do you work so hard?"
You shrugged. "I'm trying to open my restaurant, just need a little more money, two more workers, and I will be set to go." You smiled again, glad it was so soon to be in your reach.
Mettaton smiled larger. "Wonderful dear." He hardly spoke as the two of you ate. But as it was coming to a close, he clapped his hands together and gave you a look of true admiration.
"I wish to give you my number, and vise versa. You have an amazing voice, and I would love to hear more of it. Now about that restaurant of yours, do not worry, I know a few monsters that would love to work for you."
Your eyes lit up, and you nodded delightfully.
But an itch at the back of your head told you his eyes were not the one that had been watching you earlier.
You furrowed your eyes in frustration as you pulled your car keys out.
How odd.