CAPACITY FOR WONDER. | alex albon

xi. what's mine should've been yours

Juniper decided if she was ever going to be invited to anything by Alex again, then she would be given the dress code in a better manner. She had no idea what they were doing, but she knew it involved other people so whilst Alex had seen her in a range of clothes, she was more conscious in this instance. To help this fact, Alex had told her flippantly just to wear any kind of dress.

If Alex had grown up with sisters, she was planning on giving him at least a gentle smack to the arm for not having listened to them. Obviously, there was more than one kind of dress, and after more deduction than should've been necessary, she'd picked something casual enough out to wear.

She knocked on his door lightly, with the ingredients he had asked her to bring in a tote bag under her arm. They were back in Monaco now, and she stood in the hallway of his apartment. It was a strange feeling, most people she visited in Monaco now she was close enough with to just walk right in.

This wasn't yet true of her relationship with Alex.

The smile that appeared on his face as she opened the door suggested she was dressed appropriately enough, and his words confirmed this.

"I told you you'd get what I meant from just that." He told her as he took the bag from off her shoulder and motioned for her to follow him inside as he shut the door behind them.

He had earned his smack from those words too. "Only barely." She responded, levelling him with the look she shot at him.

"Don't pretend you're more mad than intrigued."

"Maybe I'm not pretending."

"I can tell from your face you are." He shot back, causing her to roll her eyes as he set the bag aside and looked down at her.

She hadn't overly paid attention to his height before, he was obviously taller but that was Alex in comparison to most of his friends. It was more obvious now as he stood in front of her and clearly had to look down, whilst she couldn't talk to him without looking up.

"We're cooking."

"Seriously? I thought the ingredients were for us to hide around your apartment." She mused with him as a smile lifted to her lips.

"For my family."

"You're fucking with me."

He ignored her now, letting herself work herself up slightly whilst he grabbed out some pans. As he turned back around to grab the bag of ingredients from behind her, she stepped in front of him.

"Alex."

"June." He hummed back, grabbing the ingredients with ease over her shoulder before she grasped at the bottom of the bag lightly.

"Tell me you're joking. You love your family."

"Of course I love my family. I told you that when we got coffee." He said with a shrug as her grip on the bag was easily shaken off.

"Then why are you sharing them?"

Her voice seemed so quiet, and he couldn't help but recall how his voice had become close enough to absent when they initially reunited. Her question was fair enough from her perspective, he supposed, but for him, it was clear why he was doing it.

"What's mine should've been yours."

She didn't speak after that, not in the form of a response to what he had said at least. She nodded, in a way more polite than he had ever seen her act as she made her way over to the stove he was cooking over.

"What can I do to help?" She asked as she looked back up at him, a smile on her lips as he passed her the onions and told her to chop them.

"So even if you cry because of how sweet of me this is, you can just say it's the onions." He added, and June wasn't sure she'd ever been more grateful.