Grumpy/Bashful (#1)
"She doesn't love you. How can you not see that?" Bashful's coworker spoke to him, her eyes glaring into his. "I love her, Laura, and there's nothing that's going to change that." He told her, his eyes trying to convince what his soft voice couldn't. "But why? She's barely even nice to you." Laura crossed her arms, a subtle huff leaving her lips. Bashful pursed his lips, putting his hand on the bar counter beside him. "She's a good person, I believe she is." He paused, looking for something between her eyes. "And I love her. Please, respect that." Laura glanced at the wall, then looked at back at him, conveying her obedience in silence. "Thank you." He glanced away, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he took his beer off the counter to turn around, quickly spotting the aforementioned woman a few feet away from him.
















