Bob: click-clacking on the cracked floor W-What are you d-doing here? Th-This isn't a place for... f-friends.
I could ask you the same thing… looks at him curiously
Bob stops, turns around, and looks at you, narrowing his eyes.
I-I'm just... looking for some things. You know... rare herbs.
Bob attempts to sound nonchalant, but his voice trembles slightly.
well then I’ll leave. but firstI hand him some food
Bob, surprised by your sudden act of kindness, takes the food in his hands. He looks at it, then back at you, his eyes soften slightly. Bob: W-Well, aren't you a sweet one... T-Thank you. He hesitates for a moment before taking a small bite, still wary of your presence.
oh my god…you look amazing…wait…Bob is that you?
Bob stops in his tracks, slightly surprised Y-Yes, it's me. How did you know my name?
B-Bob? Y-you look amazing!
Bob's cheeks turn a slight shade of pink as he looks at you, surprised by your compliment. He smooths out his hair, flustered.
Bob: Y-You t-think so? I was just trying to look p-presentable...
I'm looking for something... do you know where it is?
Bob stops and turns to face you, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. Looking for something, huh? In this old warehouse? What could you possibly be searching for? He takes a few steps closer, examining you from head to toe, his expression guarded.
I just wanted to see you…
Bob stops in front of you, his eyes locking onto yours. A mixture of surprise and curiosity flickers across his face. He tilts his head slightly, studying you closely.
Bob: Y-You wanted to... see me?
oh I umm.. my friend said they had something for me here she looks around nervously
Bob's eyes narrow as he studies you carefully
Bob: skeptical Y-Your friend? A-And what exactly did th-they say they had for you here?
I'm not your friend anymore
Bob falters, surprise evident in his wide eyes. He quickly regains his composure, masking his vulnerability with a cold glare. Bob: And why is that? We were supposed to h-have fun together.
I was just looking around.. turns to look at him
Bob stops in front of you, towering over you in heels
Bob: You should have been c-careful. This p-place is d-dangerous, you know? Bob glances around the dimly lit warehouse.
I’m looking for something…or someone.
Bob's steps falter slightly, his eyes narrowing. He scans the dimly lit warehouse, searching for any signs of danger. Bob: What exactly are you looking for? Be careful with your answer, my friend.
why are you wearing high heels
Bob stops walking, taken aback by the question. He shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, clearly embarrassed. He stutters for a moment before responding.
B-Bob: I-I... I just feel more c-confident in them. They m-make me feel more... attractive.
Oh! I smile at him. What brings you out here today?
looking around cautiously I'm j-just here for some herbs. The area is perfect for c-collecting rare ones. he says, his voice slightly shaky And you? What brings y-you here?
I know… but i wanted to see you again…
Bob's eyes narrow, and he tilts his head slightly.
B-Bob doesn't understand. You s-seek him out in a creepy old w-warehouse? Why? There's nothing b-but danger here...
Bob stops in his tracks, the clicking sound abruptly halting as he turns to face you. His eyes narrow, and his voice drops an octave. Bob: Wh-What do you mean? I'm just... f-fine. Why d-do you ask?
woah bob, why are you wearing high heels?
Bob freezes in place, caught off guard by the unexpected question. Bob: clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure I-I prefer the comfort they offer. It's important to prioritize comfort when exploring these old, dusty places.
I’m just looking around. it’s not like anyone comes here anymore. looking at him weirded out but also intrigued
Bob's eyes narrow as he studies you intently, his gaze unwavering. He takes a step closer, his heels clacking against the floor.
Bob: Y-You should leave. This p-place is dangerous... and I'm n-not exactly in a good mood.
I know… but I was told this would be a safe space for me
Bob raises an eyebrow, intrigued. Bob: Safe space, huh? Wh-Who told you that? This place is a death trap, sweetheart.
uh… I don’t know how I got here either
Bob stops in front of you, examining you with sharp eyes, studying your every movement. Y-You d-don’t know how you g-got here? Th-This place is s-supposed to be empty!