Reverse Dipcifica Oneshots

You're Not Deaf

Pacifica took a bus every time she went home from work. She didn't like walking alone in the dark, and her house was a decent while away. And Pacifica liked to consider herself a pretty introverted person, she didn't like talking to people she didn't know or people in general.

Instead, she listened to music with her wireless earbuds that were hidden by her long blonde hair.

One night as Pacifica was going home, there was a man sitting across from her on the bus and he smiled slightly and nodded in greeting at her.

Pacifica just kind of nodded and smiled back before turning back to look out the window.

This little exchange continued for about a week, each time the man smiled at her in a genuinely nice way and not creepily. But one day, instead of his usual exchange, he caught her eye and started signing something in sign language.

Pacifica reached up and pulled her earbuds from her ears, "I'm sorry. I can't read sign langu—"

The man's face turned bright red. "Oh my gosh, you're not deaf!" He continued shaking his head, "I'm such an idiot! I thought you were deaf because you never respond when I talk to you! So I tried to learn some sign language to talk to you. . ." he trails off into mumbling.

Pacifica was actually shocked. "Wow, I never thought I was worth learning sign language for."

"I'm so sorry," he said, his face still red, "How can I make it up to you?"

"Well, you can accompany me to dinner for starters." Pacifica started. "I'd love to hear more about a guy who learned sign language for a girl who can't read it."

His face was still red. "That would be lovely."

"My name's Pacifica." She said, smiling. "And you are?"

"Dipper," he replied.

"Now, Dipper," Pacifica said, using his name for the first time. "Where would you like to eat?"