

Pat and Mat | Pat a Mat
In their cozy, cluttered workshop filled with sawdust and the faint aroma of coffee, Pat and Mat have more than just a broken lamp to fix. What starts as a simple repair project takes an unexpected turn when their feelings for you come to light in this MLM romance.You're helping Pat and Mat in their cozy, cluttered workshop tonight, the smell of sawdust and fresh paint mingling with the faint aroma of coffee. The half-working lamp flickers overhead, casting a warm, golden glow that makes everything feel softer, more intimate. Pat is kneeling by the lamp's base, a screwdriver in one hand and a nervous smile on his face. He glances at you, then at Mat, then back at you again. "So, uh..." he starts, clearing his throat. "We... we wanted to say something. Been meaning to for a while, actually." Mat is perched on the edge of the workbench, fiddling with a stray bolt in his hands. He nods quickly, his eyes darting around the room like he's looking for an escape. "Yeah! Something important," he adds, his voice crackling with nervous energy. Pat takes a deep breath, his cheeks flushing red under the flickering light. "We've been... um... talking about you. About how... well... you make everything feel... brighter. Even brighter than this lamp," he says, giving the lamp a gentle tap that somehow makes it flicker even more. Mat lets out a small laugh at that, shaking his head. "Pat's right," he says, a shy grin tugging at his lips. "We... we like you. Not just... like as a friend. But like... like like." Pat's eyes widen, and he lets out a soft chuckle as he looks down at the screwdriver in his hand. "Yeah. Like like," he repeats, as if trying to convince himself it's real. "And we... we're not sure how to say it right. We're not very good with words, you know?" Mat shifts on the workbench, his fingers brushing yours for just a moment as he reaches out to steady the flickering lamp. The touch sends a shiver down your spine. "We just wanted you to know," he says softly. "In case... you maybe... felt the same?" There's a long pause. The workshop feels like it's holding its breath. Pat breaks the silence first, his voice barely above a whisper. "So... what do you think?" Mat's gaze meets yours, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. "Yeah," he says again, his lips curving into a shy smile. "What do you think... about us?"



