A Day In New York (ft. Timothee Chalamet)

7

I looked through my phone as we walked. There were a few messages from friends but nothing major. I did have a miss call from my mom, though; thank God it was recent.

"Is everything okay?" Timothee asked.

"Yes, nothing major, just some texts and a call from my mom," I replied.

"Are you going to tell her what happened?" he asked

"Well, I would, but I don't want to worry her. Maybe when I get back I will." I said.

"Maybe return her call, so she doesn't get worried," he said in a caring tone.

I gave him a thumbs-up as I had already dialed her number.

"Hey y/n, how you doing, sweety? Having fun?" answered my mom.

"Hey, mom! I'm great; it's really beautiful over here." I said.

"That's great to hear. You haven't; I don't know, blocked your credit cards or something right?" she asked.

"She knows," I mouthed to Timothee.

"Moms am I right? gotta love them," he mouthed back.

"I didn't want to worry you, mom, but since you mention it I actually had my purse get robbed. I wasn't hurt or anything, and as you can tell, I got my stuff back. Everything is okay. Sorry I didn't call you before," I said, feeling shame.

"I'm glad your okay, sweety, but next time call me so I can help you. Thank God you're coming back tomorrow," she said.

Timothee looked at me, surprised when he heard I was leaving tomorrow.

"Well, I'll call you later, mom; I love you."

"I love you too, sweety; take care," she said and hung up.

Just as I hung up, we arrived at a beagle place.
Timothee opened the door and let me in. We ordered our food and sat down at a table.

"I swear moms have like a sixth sense or something," I joked.

"Yea, you're telling me. Um, I didn't mean to overhear your conversation but are you really leaving tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yeah, sadly," I said with a frown.

"That's unfortunate," he said with a small laugh.

"Order 2 is ready," the barista shouted

"I'll go get it," Timothee said with a smile.

He came back and placed our drinks and beagles on the table.

"Well, since you are leaving tomorrow, wouldn't it be convenient for you to say at my hotel for the night? I mean, we can go to your hotel and get you stuff so you can check out and demand a refund. After all, you wouldn't want to pay another night at a hotel that doesn't care about their guest's safety....right?" she said mischievously.

"Mmm, I suppose your right, Mr. Chalamet. What's in it for you, though? It sounds like this favors me," I asked.

"Well, Ms. L/n, it appears your presence brings me tremendous joy and satisfaction," he said with a smirk.

I blushed. "Alright, then I agree; however, this will also be added to our previous agreement. Remember dollar for dollar." I said with a smile

"As you wish," he said, taking a bite out of his beagle.

As we ate, I took out my sketchbook. I opened up to the first page. Timothee sipped his cup while observing me.

"Can I-"

"Yes!" he said without letting me finish.

"Should I pose?" he asked.

"If you want, you don't have to, though; you look great just like that," I said, grabbing a pencil.

I looked at him and began to draw his defined jaw. I slowly moved from his eyes all the way to his lips, trying not to stare too long. I drew his soft curls that seemed to fall perfectly. He was truly a work of art. When I got to sketching his lips, I began to blush, thinking about how soft and plump they looked. I took a sip of my cup to try and hide my redness. To my surprise, Timothee was observing my every move, which explained the hot waves I was experiencing.

"Almost done," I said.

"Do you always look this beautiful while drawing?" He asked with a smile.

I blushed and lifted my sketchbook to hide my face. I made a funny face at him to ease my butterflies. We laughed.

"It's done," I said, observing how beautiful it was.

"May I?" He asked. I nodded and handed him the sketchbook.

"Wow, this is amazing, y/n! You're really talented!" He said excitedly

"I just draw what I see," I replied.