She'd look beautiful. But not the kind where Theodore would drop to his knees every time he sees her. Rather it's the beauty that is warm inside and melts Theodore into a grinning mess instead. She'd probably be tall too. Maybe not as tall as Theodore, perhaps slightly shorter than him that when they kiss, Theodore would need to bend down slightly to meet her lips. And every time that happens, she would get as bashful as the pink tinge on her cheeks. Theodore likes seeing her like that, and he knows she knows too.
She’d also probably be the life of every party. With her quirkiness and a bunch of very terrible dad jokes that got Theodore rolling his eyes (lovingly) every time, it’s hard for people to not like her. Her laugh would sound just like the rest of her - sweet and genuine. When she laughs, she makes Theodore want to make her laugh again and again, just so that he can hear that delightful sound and see her playful smile as much as possible. After all, those were the things that kept him going.
She’d probably help Theodore with his works that he brought home at night too. He would not need to ask, rather she would just regularly come up to him, bearing two warm cups of coffee in her hands. She would plop down, tapping her teeth with a red pen (very teacherlike), and proceed to circle around and fix the grammar mistakes in the letters he wrote. Theodore doesn’t mind that. Sometimes, he’d even purposely add an extra ‘s’ to a verb, or leave out ‘determiners’ for her to look for, simply to request for a longer time spent together. She really couldn’t say no to that, and she knows he knows too.
Her kryptonite, however, would be in the kitchen. She’d probably be so bad at cooking that she might have burned their kitchen down a few times already. Not that Theodore didn’t bother to stop her, she was just as relentless that he eventually gave up. Though mind you, Theodore giving up came with a price. It is in the form of coming home to crispy burnt steak and having to chew it like he would a medium-rare one. He could put up with all of them alike, just as long as he could get lost in her brown eyes that gleamed with hope every time. After all, those were the things that kept him going.
And Theodore would get to have all of that if only Samantha were a real woman.
Edited by: Nurul Syahirah Binti Suhaimi
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