𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ➪ 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙚́ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙩

𝗼𝗻𝗲- 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

Vivienne Collins. Oldest sister in the Collins family. She was the odd sibling out. She had two younger sisters, and an older brother. Their names were Saige, Samantha, and Spencer. They lived in the center of New York. Vivienne never did well academically in school, she was a creative mind. She wouldn't know what to do if you handed her a ruler and a calculator, she'd be clueless; but if you gave her a pen and paper, she'd come up with something grand in the matter of thirty minutes. Because of this, her parents enrolled her into an arts school; LaGuardia High. This school sent her out of orbit. She could be her true self. Vivienne had played the lead woman in over twelve plays. She was always alongside her two closest friends: Isabella and Diane. They met in their freshman production of Grease. The three girls instantly clicked. There was this one boy. He always somehow made it into every production, even though he never actually tried during auditions. Vivienne forgets his name now, but she remembers the certain butterflies she would get anytime she had a scene with him. He was beautiful. They weren't friends, and rarely talked. Vivienne found herself wondering what ever happened to that curly haired boy. Oh well, it's not like they were close like that anyway.

Viv graduated high school, and went off to Columbia. Most of her classmates ended up being drop outs, but she knew her parents would kill her if she chose that route. Instead she went to college and studied costume design, and musical theater. Once she graduated, she found herself to be a struggling actor with no money. She decided to roommate with a buddy from LaGuardia, (Liam). She worked at a coffee shop and auditioned for roles weekly. She hadn't had much luck except for a few minor parts. All she wanted was to get her shit together, and live that New York dream.

It was a Friday afternoon. Vivienne was whipping up cappuccinos as fast as her hands would let her. As she was handing a coffee order to one of her costumers, she heard the door ring open. As the figure came closer, the face became more familiar. The lanky, curly haired man made her way up to Viv. Without making any eye contact, he began with his order.
"Hey. Uh- I'll take one black coffee. Size large."
"Okay. Anything else for you sir?" She questions.
"Hmmmmm. Yeah, can I take a chocolate croissant too?" The boy asks.
"Of course. You're total will be 7.36."
He pulls out his wallet and hands her the money. As she grabbed it, the pair locked eyes.
"You look familiar. Do we know each other?" He finally asks. "We grew up in the same area. I remember you from grade school." Everything began to click in her mind.
"Wait.. Vivienne?"
"Timothée?"
This is the boy. The one who she had wondered where he ended up. He was right in front of her, and she was his.. barista?
"Nice to see you again. I remember you. We were in a few productions together." Timothée begins to reminisce.
"It's all starting to come back to me. How have you been?" She starts asking, finishing up his order. "It's been good. Been in a few things since the last time we saw each other." He tried not to boast, seeing where she had ended up.
"Well that's good to hear. Hope you're doing well, Timothée." Vivienne hands him his coffee and his croissant.
"Here ya go. Enjoy." She smiles at him. Gosh he's still as handsome as ever.
"Thank you, Vivienne. I um- I have a question."
"Okay. Go for it."
"Do you maybe want to catch up over dinner- like just the two of us?"

Holy. Shit.

A/N: ahhhhhhh I'm literally so happy with this. Please provide feedback. Tell me what you like/dislike, literally comment anything your little heart desires. Hope you're enjoying the book so far. Much more to come.

Sending love,
Eliana Chalamet ♥︎