precious- timothée chalamet

chapter eight

EVE MADE THE TWO BREAKFAST IN silence, worried that Vanessa had woken him up earlier with the blender. She hadn't heard any noises from her room, so she was hopeful she could wake him up with a nice meal at least. Looking down at the plates of eggs, toast, and bacon, she felt like a stay at home wife already. Maybe if this all goes well, this will be what my future looks like. She thought to herself, making breakfast for him was a nice thought... not the stay at home wife.

With a smile on her face, she peaked into her bedroom and found the boy still dead asleep. He hadn't moved since she had gotten up, his light snores being the only noise in the room. "Timmy?" She whispered, creeping over to his side of the bed.

He slightly moved after she said his name again, gently shaking his leg until his eyes slowly opened. When he saw her face at the end of the bed a grin spread over his face, "I'm glad last night wasn't a dream." Timothée groggily whispered, rubbing his face.

Eve blushed, "Me too. I made us breakfast if you're hungry, by the way."

His eyes lit up, "You're just too good to me, E." Sitting up, he put his socks back on and pulled on a sweater Eve left out for him, then pulled her into a bear hug. She was always surprised at how tight his hugs could be for someone with such skinny arms. Eve hugged him back and felt him kiss the top of her head, which made her smile into his shirt.

"Come on, the food's getting cold." She whispered to him while they still hugged.

Timothèe let her go and followed her out of her room to the kitchen. He grinned when he saw the spread she laid out for the two of them. "Eve, this looks amazing."

"Thanks, T." She sat down at the kitchen island and pulled him over to his seat by the sweater. They ate in a comfortable silence as they were able to people watch the streets below her apartment building.

The boy suddenly spoke amidst the silence, "Would you want to keep seeing each other?" He said this while still staring out at the Manhattan roads, but Eve was now looking at him with wide eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Really?" She sputtered.

He nodded, "Last night was some of the most fun I've had in a long time. I've missed you, more than I realized." He looked from the streets to her now, followed by an awkward laugh, "I just think it'd be cool to keep doing this."

She nodded along, "I'm glad it's not just one-sided. Of course, I'd love to keep doing this."

Timmy ran a hand through his hair and drank some of the coffee she left out for him. It tasted like the coffee she'd always bring to class so many years ago, with just a little bit of cream and sugar. In those days he would always try to steal her coffee during their early morning classes together because he needed the caffeine boost, but secretly it was just to get more of her attention. He loved her attention. "So," He started, sipping his drink again before continuing. Eve's eyebrow raised while she scooted towards him. "Does seeing each other mean romantic to you or..."

Eve's grin grew until she began to laugh, "Jesus, Timmy, this sounds like planning for a middle school couple. I meant it romantically but if you don't-"

He stopped her there, "I meant romantically too."

Both of their eyes met and stopped speaking completely, the awkwardness of the couple hanging over them like a cloud. Eve let out a small laugh, "Well, that was easy."

Timmy grinned at her and started to eat his food with a content smile on his face.

***

After breakfast, Timmy had to leave to get ready for a meeting. When they hugged in her doorway, he kissed her softly on her forehead. "I wanna do this again soon."

She looked up at him and smiled, "I do too. Tell me how the meeting goes, okay?"

"I will." He hugged her tighter for a few seconds, and then told her had to go. As he walked down the hallway to the elevators, Timothée turned around and gave her a small wink while he shuffled. Eve watched him go with a grin the entire time, still in shock and feeling as if it was a fever dream.

When she went back into her apartment, she had to keep from screaming in excitement. The Eve Granger was practically going out with The Timothée Chalamet, the next it boy, the next big thing in Hollywood- and she had a chance with him. She quickly changed to get ready for her day, knowing that the moment she came in she would be hounded by Andy.

Pulling on one of her best dresses and a trench coat, she made sure her red hair was not out of place, and felt good enough to leave. She glanced at herself in her hall mirror, the glowing redhead staring back at her looked as if she could take on the world with a fire in her eyes. She had done it, she had gained the confidence to try and bring Timmy back into her life, and now she hoped she could keep the momentum going.

The walk to work was surprisingly serene, everyone seemed to be living in their own worlds and Eve appreciated the quiet. She was able to gather all her thoughts before going into work, thankful for any silent moment when she wasn't around her loud work pals and roommate.

With one single foot in the door, Andy came running to the front door. Her eyes widened when she saw him, but wasn't surprised with the mischievous look on his face. "So," He started. "It happened last night, right? The date with..." He looked around the office for a minute and saw no one paying attention, but still whispered the rest, "Mister You Know Who?"

She smacked him on the arm, "Yes, it happened last night."

"And how was it?" Andy pried. "Was it everything your high school sweetheart dreams could ever imagine? Was it better?"

Eve started walking to her office, Andy following along like a begging dog. "Come on, Eve, you gotta tell me if it went well. We're talking Timothée Chalamet, not some rando off the streets!"

She looked at him, her eyebrows raised hoping for him to finish. "We'll talk in my office. Close the door."

His eyes widened but he followed along, the door shutting behind them and he quickly scurried to a seat. Eve sat down at her desk and let go of her calm demeanor, and she screamed in excitement, "Andy, it went perfectly! He wants to see me more, romantically."

"Oh... My God." His mouth wouldn't stay shut. He grinned when he saw Eve beaming across the desk. "Eve, this is amazing. Tell me everything."