Belated Fate (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 5. Close to her

Elizabeth's POV:

We entered the restaurant and immediately went to the second floor, sitting down at the free table by the window that was showing us a magnificent view of the sunny, quiet street. We didn't talk much on the way here, and it seemed like we were both in our own thoughts. I ordered some random salad I saw on the menu, and she ordered risotto with chicken and spinach.

"Do you like italian cuisine?" I asked to start a conversation.

She looks up from the window and a small chuckle escapes her mouth. "I like literally any food that I see on my way." She doesn't look like a foodie, so that surprises me a little, but I enjoy learning little details about her like this one.

Curiously narrowing her eyes, she asks: "Why did you only order a light salad, are you on some type of diet or something?"

"Yeah, something like that." Little does she know, I just lost my appetite recently due to constant exhausting self-digging and a feeling of being lost and incomplete.

"But why? You look already amazing and you have a perfect body!" She instantly says and I catch a glimpse of regret in her eyes. "Or does it have anything to do with health issues?" I'm so sorry if I'm being neglectful, I didn't mean to" she stars gibbering and over-gesticulating. 

"It's okay, it's okay, calm down. I just have this fasting days sometimes to detox my body." I'm a professional of making up lies for literally no reason.

"Oh, I get it, I'm constantly trying to have couple of those, but then like screw it and go to McDonalds." I was about to say that she doesn't care about her organism, but then suddenly remember that I used to eat junk food from time to time too. And she's a grown person, who can take care of herself. She definitely doesn't need me to make sure that she eats normal food.

But I just can't ignore the urge to ask her something. "Do you often cook homemade food? I mean something healthy, like soups or side dishes?"

"Did my mom send you to babysit me?" she answers me with a counter question, but her eyes show me all the unseriousness of the question.

"Well, she pays me a fine sum for this, so...But for real, do you?" I just need to know.

"Don't judge me please, but I actually can't cook at all and mostly eat takeaways and order deliveries" she says, shrugging and shifting in her seat.

God, why are we so different, but I still feel so drawn to her, needing to know every little detail about her, even if I don't find it has anything to do with my interests? Although maybe it's much deeper than that.

"What are the most important and valuable things in a relationship for you?" I don't understand why I jumped so abruptly from one topic to another, and I didn't even have enough time to fully realize what exactly I asked.

Her face becomes visibly confused and she looks away from me for a second, pressing her lips together. I was about to apologize, but she didn't let me.

"Sincerity, loyalty, trust and ability to accept each other's drawbacks. People don't need to have a lot in common to be in a healthy relationship. The main thing is to have a common picture of shared future and readiness to support each other. I'd like my partner to respect my opinions and wishes without trying to impose their point of view. Relationship...it's about acceptance I guess and constant working towards better understanding of each other. Emotional bond is way more important for me than sexual intimacy, for example. I mean of course it's a very pleasant pastime and a perfect opportunity to show your love and affection to your partner, but it's not the main thing in relationship."

I'm pleasantly surprised that she didn't laugh it off and seriously answered my question, especially in such a detailed way. Now I'm starting to understand what special I see about her and why I feel so connected to her. She just perfectly described my own position regarding the topic.