Can I Ask You a Personal Question? || Connor x Fem!Reader || D:BH

Chapter 18

"Your judgement will most likely be better than mine."

"Alright, alright." She grabbed one last shirt. "Alright. Let's get you into a changing room." She went up to the android at the cash register. "Excuse me, but can he get a changing room?"

The android smiled. "Of course. Follow me." We followed her to the back of the store where there was a line of doors. The android removed the skin on her hand and used the touchpad to open one of the doors. I went inside the small room, closing the door behind me, and hung the shirts on the hooks.

I tried on the shirts and found one that I liked.

Here's the shirt, y'all.

I stepped out of the room. (y/n) came walking back to me with a few pairs of jeans in her hand. She looked at the shirt, then up at me, then back at the shirt. She draped the jeans over her shoulder and grabbed my arm, pushing the sleeves of the shirt up to my elbows. "There we go." She stepped back. "That looks really good. I like it. Do you like it?"

I nodded.

She smiled. "Great!" She grabbed the jeans again. "I figured you could try these on, since you only have the one black pair. I didn't know what size would fit you so I just bought a few different sizes." She seemed to realize something. "Oh my god, I sound like a mom."

I tilted my head. "What do you mean?"

She giggled. "Don't worry about it. I don't think you would understand. Anyway, here." She handed me the jeans.

After trying them on, I settled on buying the shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of grey jeans. Then, we were off to the next store. It was formalwear store. We stopped at the entrance. (y/n) looked at me. "Alright, Connor. Moment of truth. Let's find a new blazer. Maybe we can ask if they have something similar to this one," she said, touching my jacket.

"I would like that."

"Then that's what we'll do." She lead the way inside and we were greeted by another android. (y/n) walked up to him. "Do you happen to have any blazers similar to the one my friend here is wearing? Without all of the android stuff."

He smiled. "May I take a look?" I nodded. The android looked at my jacket closely, moving around to look at the sleeves, sides, and back. "We have something similar, but not exact."

(y/n) looked at me. "Let's go take a look, huh, Connor?"

"Sure."

We began following the android to one of the racks. "If you don't like it, we can look somewhere else," (y/n) said.

The android pulled a blazer off of the rack. It appeared to be more formal and was solid grey. I looked at it, then back at my jacket. "I... I don't know."

(y/n) touched my arm. "That's alright. We can go look somewhere else. If you change your mind, we can come back."

I nodded. "Okay."

We thanked the android and left.

We walked through the mall side by side, and a particular shirt in one of the store windows caught my eye. I stopped and looked at it. (y/n) came up next to me. "Knights of the Black Death?" she read.

Obviously, there is no Knights of the Black Death merch, so I designed this. I know it's not great, but cut me some slack, okay?

"Hank likes that band."

"You're eyeing it quite a bit. If you want it, buy it."

I looked at her. "I'm thinking of buying it for Hank."

She smiled. "You should get one for both of you."

"Something tells me that Hank wouldn't like that."

"Oh he'd probably hate it, but it would be funny."

I smiled at the thought. "I'm buying it."

(y/n) laughed and followed me into the store. I bought the shirt in both my size and a size I thought would fit Hank.

We made our way through the mall, stopping at the occasional formalwear store to look at jackets. We went into another store and (y/n) went to look through some shirts. She pulled one off of the rack with a small gasp. "I want to see you in plaid. Hang on let me find a shirt to go under it." She went to a table and picked up a pale grey, nearly white, shirt. "Okay, I'm excited for this one." She took my hand and got a changing room for me.

I went in and put the undershirt on along with the plaid shirt. I left the plaid shirt open and looked at myself in the mirror.

Use your imagination and picture this open with the grey shirt under it.

This is definitely different. I think it's a good different. I thought to myself. I stepped out of the dressing room.

(y/n) blinked at me. "W-wow..." She averted her gaze. "Can I uh... Can I just be 100% honest with you right now?"

"Of course." I got a bit worried.

"You look... Really... Really attractive in that." She giggled and held her hand over her mouth while her face turned red.

Her cute reaction made me nervous, but I couldn't help but smile. "T-thank you."

She stepped closer to me and adjusted the shirt. "Seriously, you look fantastic in this." She looked up at me.

I met her gaze and felt my chest tighten. I wasn't sure what to do or say. (y/n) looked as nervous as I felt. She broke eye contact and smoothed out the shirt before stepping back again.

She tucked a peice of hair behind her ear. "Sorry... I kind of got in your personal space there."

"Don't be sorry." We were silent for a moment. "I'm um... I-I'm gonna buy this."

(y/n) giggled. "Okay."