A/n: I think I'm gonna automatically make the friend a girl But now her name will be Rubi in the story, I feel like it'll make more sense as the story goes on so I'm sorry for being a doofus. I hope you'll still enjoy. Thank you, please don't steal my story idea, I don't own the movie or the characters.

Contains: misunderstanding, sense of heartbreak for reader, cussing, some hope??

Laynna_Ren  and Alexa_pinder12  (I'm tagging you as my thanks for commenting and liking my story. Hope you enjoy it)

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"I know whose giving me my letters."

"W-What letters?" You stutter, feeling your breathing begin to freeze in panic. It felt like your heart stopped beating as you feel the tension build bit by bit in the room.

Okay play it cool (Y/n), you can't let him know it's you..not yet..You thought as you inhaled a slow deep breathe and then slowly but shakily exhaled.

"I think you know what letters I mean." He spoke quietly, his voice didn't seem to have much emotion to them or so you assumed. You just replied with a small chuckle as you stared down at the glass cups in your hand inside the sink, they were covered with little bits of soap as it trailed down to the drain.

You stared at the drain feeling your chest tighten and your face turning warm. Unable to answer because you were too panicked to tell the difference in his voice, what it could possibly mean.

"No clue sir, have you been getting a secret admirer by any chance?" You try to play it off as if you weren't sweating bullets right now.

"You would know wouldn't ya?" He sounded monotone, yet almost as if he was suspicious of you for robbing a bank or something.

"Not quite sure what you mean, can you maybe explain it to me please?" Your breathing almost shook when you spoke as you waited for his answer.

"I know that it's your friend out there whose been giving me these letters." Your heart stopped, it felt like you just died at the notion that he believes it's Rubi whose been giving him the letters. Not giving it a second thought that maybe it would be you.

How could he assume it was her? Rubi hardly ever came to the bar...You thought as you scrubbed the glass, you scrubbed so much you barely noticed that it was still the same cup you've had in your hand the moment Clyde came in.

"What gave you that idea? She hardly comes here." You scoff then shake it off by quickly chuckling as you go about cleaning then drying up the glasses. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him without wanting to cry and scream at him, tell him it's you whose been writing to him.

He stops and processes what you said.

Could i be wrong? He wondered.

But Rubi was the one who gave him the letter, he's so sure it's her. Now he began to feel unsure of his theory so he decides to walk closer towards you to see if his evidence is correct. Unsure how he can even prove it but with your back towards him, he walks closer and closer to you. You were still washing the rest of the glasses.

"(Fake name)?" He whispers from right behind you, now even more closer than a moment ago. You could feel the heat coming off his body. Feeling his warmth made your heart beat fast again, the clank of the glass as it stopped in the sink is all you heard for the short moment.

"Yes?" You reply while still not turning around, but the glasses remained soapy in your hands.

"Do you know anything about my letters that I should know about?" He asks with a hint of hope. He secretly hopes he was wrong, that maybe it really wasn't Rubi who was his secret admirer. That it was you.

".....Well what do you mean?" You asked in an almost soft quiet voice, but it cracked a little. You tried to prevent it from cracking but you couldn't stop it.

He stopped because he couldn't answer that, a large lump was stuck in his throat that prevented him from asking.

Clyde wanted to ask right out, get the answers he's been wanting since the letters came. But he was worried that his assumptions of maybe it could be you and ended up not being you, he felt like maybe then the letters wouldn't be the same to him anymore.

This time though...he wanted to try.

"Do ya know who's actually sending me these letters? If it ain't Rubi then who is it?" His heart races when he finally let it out.

Should I just tell him now?? You thought.

You smiled a little but then your thoughts got to you before you could answer honestly..

No! No! It's a trap or something! You rolled your eyes at yourself for that thought. But the thoughts continued until you had an idea.

Maybe he will reject me now if he finds out it's me.. but what if he finds out my real name?

Then the idea came.

Maybe..I'll tell him who it is without actually telling him it's me...I'll try it.

Then I'll see what he thinks... You thought with a small hope. You take a deep breath and never turned around.

"It's actually (Y/n)." You blurted out. Clyde looks at the back of your head with a confused look.

"Whose that?" He asked.

"It's someone I know, very well actually." Your heart races as you grow nervous. You look up then down slowly as you finally said it. Sort of said it.

But Clyde's heart felt a little hurt knowing that it wasn't you. Without knowing the truth was real after all.

"Can I meet her then?" He asks quietly, feeling a small sharp pain in his chest. You turn around finally and while drying your hands for the moment, you look at him with a small smile.

"You'll meet her soon. Actually she's been at the bar many times but when it's time to meet her, you will. Be patient sir, you'll see her and when you do...you'll know." You walk two steps towards Clyde and hugged him. Surprising him at the action but he slowly hugged you back. After the brief hug you both let go and Clyde awkwardly coughs.

"I'll go see how the bar's doing, see you later (fake name)." He smiles a sad one and then walks out to attend the bar for the rest of the night.

You finally let out a big sigh of relief as you told him who it was. Finishing with your dishes, you helped around the bar outside with Clyde and when it was closing time you had another letter to leave.

Not this time, but for the next.