“Can I stay and watch you work on your invention?” You gently handed it to him as he thanked you and went to turn back into his room, “wait!” you said holding the door open a bit. “Oh! I brought dinner!” you said hurriedly as the Prisoner let out a light chuckle extending his right hand as his left rested on the doorframe.
You’d stared so deep into his room to see what it was that he was working on that you nearly didn’t remember the answer to his question. You held the two plates in one hand as you inflicted a gentle knock to the dark mahogany door which soon came creaking open to reveal a worn-out tired looking Luca who’s gloves were stained with rust and oil. You made your way upstairs and to the left hallway where Luca resided and as it seems he was still working on his invention as the lights still flickered beneath the door.
“You got this Y/n!” whispered Fiona, giving you a thumbs up and bringing her plate to the dining table along with everyone else. You shakily held the two plates in your hands, if you were going to do something it was going to be a big step that you couldn’t go back from, you were going to dine with Luca.
You nervously prepared a second plate for Luca and decided that this evening was the evening you’d finally talk to him! I doubt he’ll leave to come eat.”Īfter maybe an hour of cooking it was finally done, delicious garlic roast with potatoes and peppers. “Interesting interpretation but i’ll take it. “I- you’re right, we’re in a murder mansion this is honestly the least of my worries.” “Honestly Y/n you have nothing to worry about, Luca is really nice.” “Just do it Y/n he’s not gonna think much of it other than you being nice, I promise you they’re easy to talk to!” she responded recalling the many times you’ve used the same excuse, “Just because you’re into baking and shit and not advanced technology stuff like he is doesn’t mean he’s gonna dislike you!” she said with a long dragged out sigh. I’ve been way too nervous!” you responded, holding the heavy skillet over your heart, feigning distress. “I know, but i’ve never spoken a single word to him. “Y’know dinner would be a really great excuse to go to his room this evening-” said Fiona before reaching for a cookbook, you let out a long exaggerated sigh as you bent down for the pan cupboard, reaching for a cast iron skillet. “Fiona shh!!” you whisper-yelled nudging her back playfully. “So…” she trailed off, “Luca huh?” she said nudging your side. “Thank you thank you!” replied Fiona clasping her hands together in gratitude as she dragged you to the kitchen by your hand. “Sure.” You responded, getting up from the chair you were lounging in. “Y/n could you help me out with dinner again? Melly says she has a match right before that she didn’t know about.” Luca had been in his room all day, you could tell he was busy working on his invention due to the bright flashes of sparks you could see under his door, which most likely meant he wasn’t coming down for dinner again. All of the things you had never thought yourself to be, you had never even had a conversation with the inventor yet you had fallen so hard. He was so intelligent and sensible, he always performed excellently in matches, and he was so incredibly confident. Luca had always been someone you adored, even if it was from afar.