"Well then I believe you have your answer."
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The next day was Thursday, the one day you didn't have work/college. You decide to head to the coffee shop downtown and do some sketching. While walking there, your phone buzzes. It's Ash. You answer.

"Hey gi-"

"GIRRRRRRRRL heyyyyy how ya doin'? That's AWEEEESOME." She sounded like she was drunk/on drugs. You stop in your tracks.

"Ash what's wrong with you? You're talking all funny." You are instantly concerned. She always told herself she would NEVER let herself get hammered at work out of fear for losing her job.

"I'm goooooood girl I just feel SOOOOO happyandgreatrightnowyouknow?" she slurred her words together. This was completely out of character for her. "Oooh more little snacks I gotta go girl love you byeeee!" And she hung up. You were completely baffled, but continued on your way. She was with coworkers, right? They wouldn't let her get into too much trouble.

Once you arrive, you order a coffee/tea/hot chocolate and a bagel/muffin/breakfast sandwich and find a nice seat by the window. You were the only one there, until a bell jingled and two familiar men walked in. You couldn't help but stare with your mouth slightly ajar at the handsome android. You didn't even notice when he started waving back.

"Hello, Ms. (l/n). What a delightful surprise to see you." Connor says and walks over to you. You smile at him and your cheeks burn.

"Oh, please. You can just call me (y/n).." You smile more. You liked hearing him say your name.

"Okay, (y/n). Are you here to work on something?" He asks, glancing down at your sketch pencils and notepad, you assumed he already knew since he was so intelligent.

"Oh, yeah. Just some sketches I'd been meaning to finish. I come here for inspiration." You said and gestured to look around the shop. The walls were all chalkboard. You had done most of their art in there when they built the place, but then they let customers add to it if they wanted to. Little kids drew stick figure families and animals.

"I see. May I look in your sketchbook while Hank orders?" He asks politely.

"Oh... uh, s-sure... don't judge me for what's in there though...." You say and hand him your favorite sketchbook. He open it and the first picture in it was a beautiful picture of a woman with fire red hair and wild freckles surrounded by flowers and leaves and small animals. It was you best friend Ash. He flips through the pages, taking a few seconds to look at all of them.

"These are remarkable. Each one is completely different, yet all the same style." He says and suddenly stops on the last one you'd been working on. He looks at this one longer than the rest.

"(Y/N)!" The barista called your name and you got up to grab your drink and food. "It's hot, so let it cool down awhile." He said. You waved it off. As you walked over, you sipped at your drink and scalded your mouth. He did warn you but you didn't care much.

"Is this me?" Connor asked, and pointed to the picture. Yes, yes it was. You had forgotten about that one. The one you started a few days ago after your interview with him. It wasn't finished, but it was him in a ¾ angle but looking at you with his hand in his pockets, revealing his white button up and black tie. And he was surrounded by thorny vines that bloomed white and blue roses. You blushed terribly as you had forgotten about it.

"I-Um  y-yeah it is...." You say, embarrassed. You place your food down on the table and take the notebook back. "I had forgotten about that one..." You say quietly and avoid eye contact. He finds your eyes with his.

"Incredible detail, (y/n). Your art skills are truly remarkable." He says and puts his hands behind his back. You smile.

"Thank you, Connor. That's nice of you to say."

"Mind if we join you? We do not need to be at work until 9:30 am. It is only 8:48 am." Connor says. You nod.

"Of course not! Please, sit." You offer. Connor takes the seat next to you and Hank sits across from you. You take another drink of your coffee, but begin to feel light headed.

"You do art? You go to school for it?" Hank asks and drinks his coffee. You nod your head. Now, you are incredibly dizzy. "You can make a lot of money if you're smart about it." He says. You slowly nod.

"Yyyyyyep. That'sssss the... uhhhh plan." You say. You stand up and stumble backwards, spilling the coffee all on the floor. You feel incredibly happy and giggly all of a sudden and begin to drunk giggle while stumbling around.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay what's wrong?" Hank stands up and looks at you. You laugh a little more. Your vision is blurry and you begin to fall forward.

"(Y/N)!" Connor yells and catches you. His LED now red. He looks at you, then the coffee, then back at you. "Hank she's been drugged! It's in the coffee! The barista!" He yelled and carried you over to a different chair and sat me down in it. Hank goes running behind the counter. Connor grabbed your woozy head in his surprisingly warm robotic hands. "(Y/n), can you hear me?" He asks gently.

"Oooooooh you're a pretty mannnnnn can I kisssss you??" You are incredibly disoriented and everything is funny. Connor's face begins to stretch and his voice sounds funny to you. The walls are now rainbow and there's a unicorn in the corner. "Lookit's a unicorn over therelookConnorrrrr." You say and point to it. He puts his hands on your shoulders and looks.

"Unicorns do not exi-" You lean forward and kiss him on his soft lips very sloppily when he turns back to you. His LED flashes from red to yellow as soon as you two make contact. You giggle and pull apart and put your head on his shoulder and look down.

"Ooooooh pretty mann IS a mannnnn can I findoutpleaseeee? You are robot man you must be biggggggg to make humans happyyyyy." You giggle and grab a belt loop a his buckle and you look at him. "I'msohappyrightnow." You giggle. He is a robot and does not push away at you in anger, but rather redirecting your attention elsewhere.

"How about we don't do that and take you to the hospital instead, hm?" He asks and takes your hands from his pants to his shoulders. You look at his face and frown.

"But I wanna see pretty mannnnnn with no clot-"

"To the hospital we go! You need to get those drugs out of your system." He says and stands up facing you. Your head is heavier than you remember and your forehead squishes onto his stomach.

"Oooooh abssssssss." You whisper very loudly and touch them like it was a delicate flower. He stands you up.

"Let's go put you in the car and I'll find Hank." He picks you up and puts you on his back and carries you by your legs. You're too busy trying to catch butterflies and the pretty man's face isn't helping.

You poke his cheek and pinch it and play with his silky hair. "Your face is prettyyyyy mannn did you know thaaaaaaat?" You say half laughing and look at him while falling to the side. He catches you.

"Yes, you have said this a number of times now. I am designed to look nice and trustable, as my job at the DPD is a negotiator." He explains. You grab your head.

"Too many big wordsssssss ahhhhhhhh!" You groan as if you're dying. He puts you on your feet and gently guides you into the backseat of a pickup truck. You scream when you look around. "Scary man vehicle scary man vehicle!" You squirm to get out but Connor pushes you back in and pins you to the seat leaning over you while you're laying down. You look at him, dizzy. You are instantly calm. "You're prettyyyyyyyy I
looooooove youuuuuuuu!" You giggle and touch your forehead to his. Your arms are still pinned on the seat above your head. He looks into your eyes.

"You are safe, (y/n). I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."