Grey's

•𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝•

~𝚅~
𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍

I click my alarm before it even goes off.

Should I just ditch? No. That would be mean... would it?

7:30 AM blinks bright red on my alarm clock, and suddenly I'm freaking out. I have an hour and a half, and I still feel unprepared. 

Walking into my bathroom I step in my show for a quick shower. After, I brush my teeth and stare into the mirror. Now for the hard part; combing my hair. Before my hair dries, I comb my messy curls, so they don't get super frizzy and plop a bunch of products in while they stay tamed.

Jamie showed me some outfits I should wear last night, and I debate in my head which one to wear.

I decide on a black strappy bralette under a cream lose sweater. I wear a brown short skirt and some random white shoes that match. looking in the mirror I take a section of my messy hair and braid it into two little braids and tie it in the back with a little brown loose bow.

Ok, I'm ready! I grab my purse and glance down at my phone.

8:30 AM: It blinks, I should probably leave now.

Thankfully the coffee house isn't very far from my apartment, so I decide to walk there.

Ever since I was in kindergarten any chance, I had to walk outside I would take it. Especially the days where the air would flow through my hair as I walked. As cheesy as it sounds it made me feel like a super model. It left me with poodle hair, but it was a small price to pay for a glorious stroll.

The entire walk wasn't as comforting as I wanted it to be. In my head it was a non-stop thinking zone. Constant fear coursed through my body as I walked with a little stumble. The roads were busy and the gray storm clouds didn't help very much either.  They looked like they would pour down rain on me at any given second.

Finally arriving, I enter the coffeehouse and look around for him. He sits in a corner and stands out. Everyone here is either working or talking, but he sits alone looking out a round window.

Making my way over to him my legs feel like they are about to buckle with the amount of nervous energy coursing through my body.  I am practically Jello.

"Hey." I greet as casually as I can manage.

He turns and it's now. Now that I see his full face in the light, and I can't take my eyes away.

His eyes are the same familiar grey color. Though a tinge darker than before. His face is older and slightly tanner. I remember why I ogled so much about his jawline as a teenager, or rather about his entire face. His hair is a bit messier with curls as one manages to spill onto his forehead when he turned his head to me.

"Are you going to sit?" He asks.

"Y-yeah." I laugh out. Casual. I am super casual. 

Gosh I look like a dork.

"You look nice." He gives a small smile and looks me up and down not so shamelessly.

He's not looking too bad himself with a dark navy dress shirt that fits him just right. His arms are barely shown as the dress shirt is rolled up only to his elbows. His left arm has tattoos running down to his hand and a giant skull is on his left hand. His right arm doesn't have much but there's a little dainty stem like thing. I'm not quite sure what it is since it's hidden on his forearm right in the cervices of his elbow.  Silver rings adorn his fingers with a shine. There are some hidden tattoos under his rings I can't quite make-out.

"Wanna order coffee?" He asks and I nod.

Getting up I feel tiny compared to his tall stature per usual. We make our way to the line, and I wait until I give my order of an iced mocha with caramel. Grey orders a cold brew with foam and we wait at the table for our orders. Trying to pull my debit card out, Grey gently moves me out of the way and just like before those sparkly tingles fill my arm. He pays and we go back to our table.

Agghh. why is it so awkward? maybe I should say something. I'll say something.

"So how have you been?" I ask after a moment of sitting down in silence.

"Good." He replies his usual monotone tone.

"A-Are you sure? Because we sorta had a whole bunch-" I stop. His look wasn't annoyed but I can tell he didn't want to talk about how we 'reunited'.

"Violet. That's not how I planned for us to meet. Not at all."

"How did you want us to meet Grey? To me it seemed like we would never meet again. You didn't send me a simple 'hey' or 'how are you doing'. All you had to do was send a text or something simple like that, but you didn't." I rant angrily but start to trail off towards the end.

I'm so proud of myself. I would never be this bold, however Grey really irritated me so I'm telling him the truth. Whether he likes it or not.

"Grey." A worker calls out.

Perfect timing. I roll my eyes as he leaves to get the drinks. I look out the window and huff.

Am I really doing this?

Yes. I have to tell him how I feel and straight to the point or else he won't know how much I was hurt.

My mocha is set in front of me, and I look back to Grey ready to speak my mind.

"Violet," He starts.

I still don't understand the full name thing he has.

"When I first saw you, I knew from that moment I wanted you. I prepared enough to think through a plan when I left.  My dad and the whole situation progressively got worse. Well especially his men, and I just couldn't bear the thought of you seriously getting hurt. I needed to figure things out first to protect you." He steadys his hands on the table.

Welp- there goes everything I thought I was going to say.

"I'm sorry by how we meet but I'm not sorry for meeting you now." He says piercing me with his steel gray eyes.

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