Artists' Perspective [Deidara x Reader]

Coincidence-Chapter 43

(Y/n pov)

I've just been sat at a table for two even though I'm here alone; hopefully that doesn't tip anybody off. On the table is a gorgeous bouquet of peach colored roses and a cream and gold embroidered table cloth. 

 A waiter approaches me, he asks what I want to drink. I order a lemon-lime soda, I don't know why they didn't just call it Sprite, I guess that just sounds unsophisticated.

After a few minutes he returns with a basket of bread and my drink. I thank him, than grab a piece of bread. I bite into the soft bread, it tastes heavenly. 

"I'm going to wind up distracted by this food and lose sight of why I'm here"

I scan the room quickly before taking another bite of bread. Nobody is standing out to me yet. Everyone just looks extravagant but similar.

(Deidara pov) 

As I enter the restaurant the smell of fresh bread and spices hit my nose. I can practically smell how delicious the food is. The interior is spacious, the ceilings are tall and it's very open. It's color palette is reminiscent of the natural tones of the Sand Village itself. Lots of cream, gold, and some red and orange. 

I look around the restaurant briefly. Nothing out of the ordinary. I approach the host and he starts to lead me to a table for one. As we walk I notice a familiar smell. Perfume. I breathe in a bit deeper. It smells soft and light, yet powerful. I think about it for a second. 

"It smells like (Y/n)?!"

As soon as I realize it, my head starts reeling, so many thoughts flood my mind. Maybe some other woman has the same perfume, why would she be here, she had a mission? Is that weird that I know what her perfume smells like? I decide to look around again. 

At a table all by herself is (Y/n). She's eyeing at a specific table, her face adorned with a pensive expression. Her hair is styled in pigtails and she's wearing more makeup than usual. She's wearing a blue dress that complements her gorgeous body perfectly. 

(Y/n pov at the same time as the dei pov) 

A group at a table in front of me seem a bit strange. They keep looking around and whispering, and I noticed a tattoo of the same symbol on two of the women's necks. I focus my attention on them, and try to listen in. 

Suddenly the familiar presence from earlier returns. I feel like I'm being watched. I look in the direction I fear I'm being watched from. 

Standing across from me is none other than Deidara, dressed in a red and grey suit. His hair isn't up in the usual ponytail. My eyes lock onto his clear blue ones. The rest of the world seems to fade away into nothing more that a blurry background. 

He smiles and approaches me quickly, I stand up to greet him.

"Blondie?" I say softly.

"(Y/n)" He says lovingly. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I'm on a mission-un" He answers.

"But, so am I" I say.

"I guess those people aren't some undercover mobsters, those ladies probably just had matching friend tattoos or something. I knew something was off about this 'mission'"

"Really? Why would they-" He cut himself off.

 "You don't think-" I stutter, "Have-have we been s-set up?"