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• connor first met you at your cute little bakery before he became a deviant. hank decided to take a break from a case and dropped by at your bakery, ‘little delights’ instead of jimmy’s bar for once. it surprised conner sense he didn’t think hank was much of a sweets person.
• connor took note of how different the bakery was compared to the bar. it was a nice difference. the bakery holds some modern and vintage aspects. the color scheme was a mix of vibrant reds, blues, and yellows. it gave off an almost child like appearance.
• you walked over to the booth hank and conner sat at with a small note pad and pen in hand. your uniform wasn’t really a uniform. it looked more like casual wear. you wore a white collared, sleeveless, pink dress that stops mid thigh. most of it was covered by the white apron you wore though. it had intricate flowers woven on it which added to your youthful appearance.
• ”what may i get for you, hank? the usual?” your voice startles connor out of his analyzing. it was very soft. with you closer, connor notes how significantly shorter you are compared to him.
• “the usual is fine, thanks,” hank responds in an exhausted tone that matches his overall appearance. you nod then turn your attention to connor, about to ask for his order but stop when you spot his LED.
• “i don’t think i’ve seen an android like you before?” you tilt your head as you drink in his appearance. a noticeable flush coats your cheeks.
• connor: “hi, my name is conner, i’m the android sent by cyberlife. my model is—“
• hank: “okay, we get it— you don’t need to tell her every damn thing about you.”
• you brush off hank’s grumpy retort and hold out your hand in front of you to connor, an amused smile adorning your face.
• you: “it’s nice to meet you, connor, my name’s (y/n).”
• it took a second for connor to reach his own hand out and shake your smaller one. the look in your eyes captivated him for some unknown reason. they hold a warmth that most people don’t hold when they look at him.
• a few days after that encounter he got to see you again at the police station. you were struggling to carry four boxes of sweets to the break room. he doesn’t know why but he felt compelled to help you even if it broke his protocols..so he did.
• connor: “do you require some assistance?”
• you: “i’m fine, i-i can carry them myself.”
• connor gives you a doubtful look that you couldn’t even see over the boxes you are holding.
• after a bit of pestering connor managed to convince you to give him at least two boxes to hold for you. once you both reach the break room and stacked the boxes up you look up to him.
• you: “t-thank you for helping me..”
• connor picks up on your nervous demeanor and the tint of pink on your cheeks. are you scared of him? do you not like androids? your heart beat spiked the last time he talked to you too..
• “are you alright?” connor asks, his head tilted down to talk to you directly. you nod quickly before awkwardly taking a step away.
• you: “i should— i should go now. i still have more deliveries to take care of. i-it was nice meeting you again conner.”
• before you could take another step from him he reaches a hand out to stop you. you turn around, startled by the sudden contact.
• connor: “are you scared of me?”
• the silence that followed..unnerved him? part of him doesn’t understand why he even asked and the other part does. he..wants to know what you think of him, how you feel towards him.
• you: “no..why would you think that?”
• connor: “you show clear signs that you possibly are such as the fluctuation of your voice, the blood rushing to your—“
• you: “i..i’m not scared of you conner. i just..”
• “you just?” connor without knowing, leans forward to peer at your face, trying to read your expression.
• you: “i-i just think you’re really cute. okay?”
• you turn your face away, partly hiding it behind your hair to cover the pink hue staining it now.
• connor takes a minute to process what you just said. you find him cute?
• before he could say anything else you rush out of the break room and police station to your car, leaving connor with his own thoughts.
• after that every encounter you had with him would always make his software unstable. unknown to him at the time, you were slowly turning him into a deviant and he didn’t even know it.
extra:
connor: “you really are a little delight.”
you: “shut up.” ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ