꒱꒱・patryck
y/n throws a dirty shirt into her backpack and walks out of her office. a feeling of relief washed over her as she rushed to her car. although, she could also feel someone watching her. someone following her. it was bound to happen someday.
the lady in the (f/c) hoodie bolts for her car, before hearing a familiar dutch accent speak to her through the wind.
”w-wait! you dropped something!” they yelled. y/n turned around all too quickly, and she found herself face to face with a man in a yellow hoodie. the shock on his face when y/n slowly backed away from him made the lady smile.
it was patryck. a shy young man who worked in a cubicle a few ways down from y/n. he always kept to himself, besides his best friend, paul. if these two weren’t by theirselves, they were with each other.
”sorry to bother you, but this fell out of your bag.” patryck said, handing y/n a keychain with a picture of her best friend on it. said friend was the one and only thomas bridgerton. ‘sockets’ is what y/n liked to call him, since he had no eyes.
“oh! thank you so much, patryck!” y/n said, seeing pat blush and turn his head towards a man in a pink hoodie running quickly towards him. it was paul, and he was out of breath.
”jesus! christ! why do you always leave me behind?!” paul said, punching patryck in the arm. they laughed for a moment, before y/n awkwardly smiled. “oh.. hi…” paul said, waving slightly at y/n. she waved back, before paul just had to open his mouth.
”aren’t you the really pretty lady pat’s always talking about?” paul said. patryck had already started walking away out of embarrassment at this point. y/n giggled, pulling out a pad of sticky notes from her backpack. she scribbled something down, before handing paul one sticky note.
”maybe, maybe not. but tell your friend ‘pat’ that if he wants to have lunch with the pretty lady sometime then to ring me..” y/n said, before she got into her car. paul smiled mischievously, before screaming at patryck from his car.