Strange Lovers - Timmothée Chalamet

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"And you are 100% sure that it was him and not an illusion?" After I told them about my encounter with Camilo Scarlett was the first one to speak up.

"Haha, I wish" I say in a more sarcastic than serious tone. Honestly, I really do hope that it wasn't real. That he was just a hallucination. My mind has been racing on my way here, and the burning summer sun on my skin didn't make it much easier to relax.

We are sitting outside a café close to our school, it's called 'Rendez Vous Cafe' Isa dragged us here to show us the barista. She said that he lives near the beach with his parents, the parents are also the owners of this place. I have no idea how she knows all of this stuff but she also mentioned that they are like really rich. When she said 'really rich' she dragged out the 'really' to mark that they were reallllllyyyy rich.

"There he is!" Isabella squeal's out of excitement. I can only spot the outlining of a guy that stands behind the counter, because the sun is shining onto the glas that separates us making it go dark, reflecting us.

"How the fuck can you see anything?" I ask her actually confused on how she can see him. But she doesn't even bother answering my question.

"Omg, I think he is coming out to our table." I roll my eyes at her ignorance. But she wasn't wrong, the silhouette moves along the broad windows aiming for the door. As soon as he steps out his eyes dart to mine. They look hazel but I think there's other colors in them.

It's the same guy that I saw on my way to Scarlett's house the other night, what did Isa say his name was again? Tim? Tom? Timmy? Something like that I am sure.

What is it today with these unusual encounters?

He freezes in what seems like shock, but only for a quarter of a second. Now a smirk has replaced the nervous look on his face.

"Ciao Signoras, what can I help you with?" He asks politely, almost charming. Isabella definitely was charmed because she kicked me under the table holding in a giggle. She looked at him like he was the solution to all of her problems, batting her eyelashes at him. I doubt he even noticed, his eyes fixed on me.

I part my lips as if to say something, but then closing them again knowingly. He watches my every movement precisely. His eyes falling down to my throat where I swallow down the saliva that build up in my mouth.

Gosh I love teasing.

"I would like a cappuccino please." His eyes shoot up immediately at the startle of Scarlett's voice. Out of Reflex I want to burst out laughing, but I can hold myself back by just letting out a quiet giggle. He notices and gives me a small glare.

"Of course and you?" He addresses Isabella, looking up at her after scribbling something down on his notebook.

"I will have the same as her, thanks" She grins at him happily and he smiles back adding something to his notes. He is wearing a deep red apron, folded over and tied around his waist over a pair of beige pants that sit a little lose around his legs and his waist. You can see the waistband of his CalvinKlein boxers peeking out right where his short sleeved emerald button up begins.

He turns his torso to me, his head full of long brown locks tilts back up from his notebook, his eyes interlocking with mine.

"And what can I do for you?" He asks me, his attention now fully belonging to me. I push a loose strand of hair out of my face and humm in an unknowing tone while gliding my finger across the menu cart we've received earlier. I drag out the moment but then come to a halt.

"I'm not too sure. Tell me, what is better, a Caffe con Panna or the Mocha?" I bite down on my bottom lip while waiting for him to answer. He looks down into my eyes while towering over me, trying to form the right answer.

"I think it depends whether you like your coffee sweet or a bit stronger. I personally enjoy the mocha more, especially when it is still hot, because then sweetness only leaves a light hint on you tongue." He finishes his sentence with his eyes still pinning me down.

"I will trust your senses then and go with the mocha." I tell him, a light smile on my lips.

"They won't disappoint you!" He reassures me, writing it down on his book. He turns to the whole table again asking if there's anything else that he can do. After we deny, he walks back into the café and hands the tiny sheet of paper with our orders the other barista.

"Excuse me? What the fuck was that?" Scarlett raises her eyebrows as soon as he leaves our table. She shakes her head while laughing in what seems like denial.

"What do you mean?" I ask her innocently as if I don't know what she want to know.

"You know exactly what I mean," but of course she figured me out before even asking any further, "do you know him?" At the last part she gave me a wink and was full on smirking with disbelief. She was probably thinking that he is someone I hooked up with at a party and I am not about to make her dream come true.

"Noooo, what?" I start laughing and they tune in right away. "And before you ask again, yes I have already met him but I don't 'know him'" I state "I saw him on my way to your house a few days ago and we held eye contact, nothing more!" I point out the obvious.

"Well that must've been very intense eye contact girl." Isabella tells me. Our little chitchat doesn't go on for long because the train guy returns to our table with our drinks on a tray. He hand them out scarlett first, his steady hand reaching between hers and Isa's shoulder to plant the coffee before her as well as Isabella's. Then he goes behind me his hand reaching up for my mug, then he gently brings it around my shoulder, lightly touching my bare shoulder with his naked arm and placing it infront of my chest. He leans forward to my ear, he is so close that I can almost feel his breath on my hair.

"spero che abbia un buon sapore" he whispers into my ear, a shiver running up my spine.

I say nothing in return, what even is there to say? Thanks? Yes but that would've been awkward. Now it's too late anyway, he left the table shortly after.

Isabella and Scarlett were too stunned to speak. My jaw was physically on the floor and I look down at the coffee he just made me. The napkin laying beside my mug is a bit crumpled. I pick it up holding it before my face. I fold it open to reveal a address including time and date, written in the same color of the pen he wrote with on the notebook. Under it is a note saying;

bring friends ;)

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Really excited about the next chapter:))))))

And also, I wrote this really fast considering that my last update took me like 2 or 3 weeks