most people get surprised whenever they find out mathieu is a father—when it happened, it was more believable, of course. he was happy, his heart was more open and he was in love; he was a better person, someone else entirely, mostly built by the woman he married. sure, those characteristics were already part of him, just not completely discovered, buried inside of him and almost unreachable. nowadays, that’s what he’s turned: just like his past, as if a woman had never made him pull his heart out and commit to her, as if his son was not made out of love.
however, while the young woman’s reaction is predictable, it’s far from pleasant—her tone, he notices, is as if she can’t see it, as if he is incapable of being a father. although he thinks the same, and so do many people who are close to him, it’s unacceptable to deal with such a judgement coming from a stranger—most importantly, from a slow, rude stranger who made him annoyed more than once, whenever he stopped by.
“oh yes. amazing how things are, no?” mathieu smiles, not lacking of sarcasm. patting his son’s head carefully, he sees the way the boy looks up at him, smiling. “so you know rory!” bernard comments, the childish voice so happy it’s almost touchable. “yes. she’s the one who’s here when i come after work, to get you something before i go home,” it’s a weird, yet only routine he had managed to do for his son, even though it didn’t involve both of them being together, on the same place. “she’s the best!” the kid doesn’t stop, already turning his attention at the woman, asking about the cupcakes. “remember to choose some for beatrice,” he reminds the boy of his nanny, before turning to watch the scene, the kid pointing at the candies on the glass, choosing whatever he wants.
Times like these reaffirmed why Rory so strongly identified with Squidward Tentacles as a character -- a struggling artist who had a job at a restaurant she wasn’t too fond of. The animated octopus depicted her to a tee, except for one, tiny thing: if the girl displayed the contempt for her job and the customers she disliked, she probably would’ve been fired. The creators of the show have made it clear time and time again that no matter how badly Squidward did as a cashier, he kept his job, still. Rory, on the other hand, would be replaced in a matter of minutes.
So here she was, forcing a tight smile on her face, resisting every urge to give in to her pettiness. ❝Did you hear that? I’m the best,❞ A more genuine -- and triumphant -- grin popped onto her face as she said this. Maybe there was room for just a bit of pettiness. The girl realized she had the option of either hurrying things along and getting it over and done with; or she could attempt to get on his nerves and elicit a response that would make this job just a little less terrible. In her finance class -- which she hadn’t thought about in years -- every decision was a calculated risk. If potential outcome was good, then one should accept the risk -- which is precisely what she decided to do.
❝So...what can I get you? Fair warning: the cash register is currently down and I’ll have to do all the computing myself, which will definitely take some time.❞ Rory drawled on purposely, taking her sweet time with the delivery of the statement. The girl could only struggle to suppress the amusement in her voice. God, she hoped she wouldn’t suffer any repercussions from this.
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