You are a young opera singer who meets sideshow bob when he comes up to you after a show and asks you for coffee. This is set before him robbing the quickie mart.
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You hadn't seen Bob for a while, practising every day for the weeks and then collapsing into bed.
You went to the four rehearsals and it lead you to today, standing waiting for your first performance to begin. Dressed in the costume:
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(I like her hair ngl, Jealous)
You go on stage and do your part perfectly, you see Bob and you start smiling non stop. He keeps catching your eye and you smile.
You finish and are happy at your performance, for two weeks practising you knew your lines perfectly and sang them beautifully.
You heard a nock on your door and you opened it to see Bob with a bunch of flowers.
'Congratulations, that was marvelous (y/n)' he said.
'Thank you Bob' you say, pulling him into a hug and then taking the flowers and putting them down.
'Would you like to go out for a celebration drink?' he asks smiling.
'I would love too, but nothing too dry' you answer.
He takes your hand and you walk together to (some fancy wine place idk).
Sitting he brings over two glasses of wine, 'this is a 2018 sweet white wine' he says. You sip it.
'very nice' you say, nursing the drink.
Bob looked at you happily.
'I'm just going to the lavatory' you say, standing and walking towards the toilets. Walking back you passed a middle aged bloke who pushed infront of you, obviously drunk.
'Hey gorgeous' he said.
'Hello' you say before moving past him.
'Heyyy' he said 'I hadn't finished talking to you'
He grabs your wrist.
'can you please get your hand of my girlfriend?' Bob asked cooley behind you to the man.
The man let's your hand go and you go back to your booth.
'yes' you say.
Bob looks confused 'Yes?'
'I will be your girlfriend' you say smiling.
Bob's smile grew and he took your hand.
'I can't wait to go out like this again next time' he mummers, stroking your hand.
'you have another ticket?' you ask
'I'm coming to all your performances' he said.
'Wait, the tickets are like £20 each' you say worrying about his bank balance
'I know' he said, putting leaning his head on his hand and looking at you.
You carry on talking and leave after half an hour.
'I loved today my dear' he mummerd.
'I loved it too' you say.
He leans down and kisses you Grabbing your hips, you kiss back, wrapping your arms round his shoulders.
He let's go 'I'll see you tommorow' he says, kissing you again be for leaving.
Each day of your performance went like this, you would catch his face in the audience, smile and then after he would take you out for a drink and then kiss you under the moonlight.
