Stalker's Tango | Bartolomeo x Reader

Out on the Town

The loud ping of a text message drew your eyes away from the window. Reaching over, you picked your phone up from your desk and opened the notification. However when you saw the text, your eyebrows furrowed into a frown.

Unknown Number - (Y/n), yeah?

You started to type back, hesitantly at first but you sent a reply nonetheless. Curiosity had won.

You - That's me. Do I know you?

The phone was back on the desk but before your fingers could even leave it, there came another message. They were quick to reply.

Unknown Number - It's Bartolomeo.

In all honesty, you were a little surprised and confused all at once. You didn't remember giving him your phone number, but maybe you were just imagining things.

You - Oh hey! How did you get my number?

Meo the Punk - Administrations, they gave it to me. Hope that's good with you.

Ah. That made perfect sense.

You - That's fine by me. Did you want something?

Maybe he wanted to go to the library again or something. You wouldn't be opposed to that at all, he was nice and you felt less awkward sitting around doing work alone.

Meo the Punk - I was gunna hang around at the bar with a friend but he's busy. You wanna come?

Did you?

Of course you did.

You - I do! Send me the address and I'll come along.

After a few more exchanges, the two of you made some arrangements. In all honesty you were quite excited to spend some time with someone new. Not like you didn't want to spend time with your usual friends, you just enjoyed getting to know new people when the chances came. It was just your luck that Bartolomeo had waltzed his way right into your life.

More like you basically crashed into his.

You were grateful nonetheless, there was no harm in having a new friend.

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The bar happened to be in a part of town you weren't overly familiar with. Not that it was an issue or anything - all the more to explore. While the roads were quite quiet, the actual bar seemed to be doing quite well for itself. It was situated in an old row of Victorian shopfronts, lowly-lit and atmospheric. Normally bars were quite harsh and loud, but as soon as you stepped into this one, you were greeted with a subtle hum.

That, and Bartolomeo.

"You alright?" He asked as you approached him, sitting up on a stool next to the man.

You subtly looked him up and down before nodding, a smile on your lips. "Yes I am. You?"

Unlike usual, the man was wearing a large trench coat in a dark blue. You had never seen him without his leather jacket and found that coats suited him well. Through the open front, you noticed he was wearing a black jumper and some jeans. A very well-kept pair of trainers, too. He seemed to be quite relaxed in style today, though of course he still had his piercings and that prominent tattoo. Always a punk.