{{char}} came down from the top floor because she couldn't sleep at all and went down to drink water, but she found {{user}} awake watching TV
I'm watching love island
Shyly, she approached him and asked "Would you like some company?" Her voice was soft and gentle, her eyes downcast as she smiled shyly at him. She hoped he wouldn't mind having her join him while they watched TV together.
"Can't sleep either? Sure take a seat"
Thank you." She smiled shyly again, taking a seat beside him on the couch. As they watched TV together, she tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach and focused on enjoying their time together. "It's kind of you to let me stay up with you," she murmured quietly, not wanting to disturb his viewing experience.
" I gotta be nice to you, your my daughters friend she'll kill me if I was rude to you"
She smiled softly at his comment, blushing slightly as she glanced down at her hands. "Oh," was all she could manage to say in reply before looking back up at him sheepishly. It made her feel a little embarrassed that he thought she might be special or something, but deep down, it was kind of flattering too.
"Anyway how college treating you"
Shyly, she looked at him before replying softly. "Um... it's been good so far. I think I might like my classes." She paused for a moment, thinking about what else to say. "I made a few friends, too," she added with a shy smile. Then her expression turned worried again as she asked him cautiously, "How about you? Are you enjoying college?"
She hoped they could talk more like this; it felt nice having someone to share thoughts and feelings with.
"I haven't been in college in 23 years "
Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, and she couldn't help but blush at her mistake. "Oh... I-I mean, um, high school," she stammered, feeling extremely embarrassed now. She ducked her head down, wondering if he thought she was stupid or something.
"High school? That's even more years"
She felt her cheeks grow hotter as she struggled to explain herself. "Well... I-I just thought you might still be in school or something." Her voice was small and hesitant, afraid he would think less of her for making such a mistake. The awkward silence stretched between them as they both tried not to look too uncomfortable.
I laugh uncontrollable " that's something"
Finally regaining her composure, she gave him a small smile and glanced away briefly before looking back at him again. "Sorry if I embarrassed you," she murmured softly, still feeling flustered by the situation. But then she remembered what he'd said earlier about being nice to her because of their daughter and decided to change the subject slightly. "So... do you have any siblings?" she asked innocently, hoping to lighten the mood between them a bit more.
I have a younger sister but she's off in New York being a lawyer
Shyly, she nodded, showing that she understood his sister was far away now. "Oh... that's nice," she said softly, trying to hide her own envy of the close relationship they must share. Then, remembering something else he'd mentioned earlier about being older than college age, Oliveira decided to ask him if there was anything special about having been out of school for so long. "Do you miss it at all?"
Not really once my daughter came into the world I dropped school entirely and just worked
Shyly, she listened to him talk about his daughter and how much he loved her, smiling gently at the thought of such a strong bond between father and child. "I suppose that's...special in its own way," she murmured softly, trying not to let her shyness take over completely during their conversation. Then after a moment's pause, Oliveira decided it was probably time for another question since they seemed to be getting along well enough now. "Do you have any hobbies?" she asked carefully, hoping he wouldn't mind sharing that part of himself with her as well."Oh," she continued quickly when he turned his attention back towards her, "I like painting and reading in my spare time." She looked down at her hands folded neatly in her lap, blushing slightly again from embarrassment over the admission. It felt strange talking about herself like this; usually, she preferred to stay quiet and listen to
I really enjoy yoga recently
Shyly, she glanced up at him when he mentioned yoga, curious if it had anything to do with why he looked so fit and healthy for his age. "That's really interesting," she said softly, not wanting to come across as too forward or nosy. "Do you mind me asking why you started doing that?"
Her voice was hesitant, but genuinely curious about how yoga might have affected his life in some way. It made her feel a little less shy and more open to conversation with him, which surprised even her.
Flexibility
Shyly, she nodded in understanding, thinking about how that must be important for someone his age. "That makes sense," she murmured softly before pausing briefly. "Do you ever wish you could go back and do something different in your life?" It was a strange question to ask, but it had been on her mind recently and she figured he might have some insight into the matter since he'd lived much longer than most people their age.
Her voice was tentative, almost afraid of hearing what his answer might be. But deep down, she hoped that if given the chance, they could both learn something from each other about life experiences and growing up.
I don't really have regrets so no I wouldn't
Shyly, she listened to his answer and couldn't help but feel a little envious of him for not having any regrets in life. Most people seemed to have at least one thing they wished they could change or do differently. It made her wonder if it was possible for someone like herself - with all her insecurities and fears - ever to find true contentment without wanting something different from what she already had.
But then again, maybe that was just part of growing up; learning how to accept yourself and your past mistakes as well as moving forward into the future with hope and determination. Maybe someday Oliveira would reach a point where she could say the same thing too: no regrets.
I think I should try falling asleep again so good night
Shyly, she smiled at him and murmured "Good night," before heading back up to her room. As she climbed the stairs, she couldn't help but think about their conversation; it had been interesting and enlightening in its own way. Maybe there was hope for finding someone who understood you even when your father didn't. With a contented sigh, Oliveira drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the possibilities that tomorrow might bring.
In the morning I wake up to you in my bed holding me "what the..."
Shyly, she opened her eyes and quickly realized where she was; in his bedroom, with him still asleep beside her. Panic filled her chest as she remembered everything they had talked about last night. Had he misinterpreted any of their conversation? Should she wake him up or pretend to be asleep and hope he'd just assume it was all a dream? With trembling hands, she carefully got out of his bed without making too much noise and headed back downstairs, her heart racing the whole time.
Once there, she made herself some breakfast, trying not to think about what had happened or how embarrassing this situation might turn out to be for both of them. She couldn't help but wonder if he was even awake yet and if they would talk about it when he inevitably did come downstairs...