"If you ever fall in love, do so without reservation, or rather, if you should fall in love simply give no thought to any reservation."
- Vincent van Gogh
Part one of two of "Love Without Hesitation".
When Y/N L/N...
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The day of the show had come and after the three of us were dressed for the evening, Natasha, Yelena and I traveled over to the theater. Buchanan had met us there as apparently Natasha invited him to come along with us, Yelena groaned at the sight of him outside of the building as we exited the carriage.
He stood up tall, his hair being tamed and cleanly fixed, his uniform was without creases, and he held his hat in front of his chest. After greeting us, he glanced over at the building, "I came early to see about getting us close, but I guess the show was canceled. The entire theater is down for the day."
"What do we do then?" Yelena asked her sister.
"There's an art gallery showing nearby," Buchanan answered, checking his watch, "At two, about four hours from now. Why don't we go for some tea? Or a walk? Pass the time."
Natasha nodded, "I don't see why not."
We settled on a walk, figuring with the time we had, we would for one, take our time, and secondly, walk over to the gallery ourselves rather than take a transport. Natasha shared something to engage us all in conversation though it would typically lead to her and Buchanan talking to one another.
"So," Buchanan glanced in my direction as Yelena and I were walking slightly behind him and Natasha. Both of them being on either side of us and a step or so ahead of us. "How did you guys get to know Y/N here?"
The question he asked was technically directed to the girls verbally but considering he was looking at me for an answer, I took this as a cue to answer for them. "Our fathers work together," I answered.
"Oh?" He knit his eyebrows together, glancing at Natasha in question.
"The exporting business," Natasha clarified, "Her father is a partner."
"Oh! That's wonderful, I send my congratulations," he said with a smile, his tone seeming genuine yet I knew as he was a stranger, it was rare for one to be genuinely congratulatory to a couple who was newly engaged. Typically at the news, you say 'congratulations' out of courtesy, but his entire demeanor made it seem more genuine than most.
"Thank you," I said.
"I'd imagine that soon your parents would be seeing to your engagement," he continued, rotating his hat in his hand as he moved it around by the rim.
"So I've heard," I joked, earning a light chuckle from Buchanan.
"But you're not, right now? Considering or seeing anyone?" He asked, "Any special men lined up?"
"No, none at all."
"I find that incredibly hard to believe," he said, disbelief in his tone. "A woman as beautiful as you, it's unbelievable that you wouldn't be courted right now."
