Fighter

Six

Scarlett Johansson POV

The streets of New York are strangely quiet for the early hours of a friday. Together Y/N and I walk without haste and our conversation flows smoothly.

- So, how do you know so much about art? who are you really Y/N Y/L/N?- I tease although I'm really curious about the fact that every comment she made on the exhibition was quite accurate. Relating parts of an artist's work to other well-known masters such as Van Gogh, Chopin, Dali and Munich usually requires a well-trained eye. But Y/N managed to highlight discreet qualities and relate them to lesser-known artists.

- Nobody important.- I wait for her witty and pretentious answer, but instead she smiles half-heartedly and shrugs her shoulders.- My mother thought I had to be quite cultured. Art history was my second degree in college.

- Quite cultured? Were you a private school brat?" -I played and bump my shoulder against hers as we wait for the sign.

Y/N throws the focus back on me.

- Tell me about you. Have you ever thought about being a professional artist or was it always her dream to own a chain of testosterone-filled gyms full of gorgeous men?

-No, when I was a child I dreamed of being a ballerina.- I answer proudly.

- Ballet dancer?

- Yup.

-And what happened?

- You witnessed that day how graceful I am, when I felt out of the chair. Do i need to explain more?

- So that wasn't an eventual thing?- Y/N laughs when talking.

- Unfortunately not.

-How old were you when you realized you weren't going to become a ballerina?

- Six.

-And how exactly did you realize that being a ballerina wasn't for you?

- I fell off the stage when I tried to do a pirouette at my first ballet recital.

Y/N stops walking and smile's but looks at me in disbelief.

- You fall off the stage?

-Yup.

-And what happened afterwards?

- I cried. My dad came to the front of the stage and picked me up. the following year when he went to enroll me, the instructor suggested that I could do better at karate.- I pout.

Unable to control herself Y/N bursts out laughing, throwing her head back and enjoying herself at my expense. I pretend to be upset, but she knows I'm not.

- Sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, but this is very funny.

- You owe me a shameful story of yours.- I say.

- Okay, but I might need a little time to invent one. I'm close to being perfect you know?

- And extremely convinced too.

- That too.- she smiles.- So being a gym magnate was your second choice?

- Maybe the third. I may have wanted to be a butterfly sometime between being a ballerina and a magnate.- I admit it.- What did you want to be when you were a kid?

- A professional boxer.

- Now you're training for a fight?

- Not really. It's more of a hobby.

- So Y/L/N Investments are your passion?

- Not really. Fighting has always been my passion. But I'm good at what I do at Y/L/N Investments.

- What do you do? Help people sell their companies?

- Sometimes. I manage people's money.

- As a stockbroker?

- Not exactly. I help them understand what to invest in. Sometimes it can be in a company, other times in a fund. It depends on what they want and how willing they are to take the risk.

- Why do people want to risk their money?

- Because generally the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

- It looks kind of boring.- I tease.

- And it is.- Y/N laughs.

- Then why do you work with it?- Y/N is quiet for a minute thinking about an answer.

- I don't even know anymore.- There is sadness on her face, although she tries to disguise it with a forced smile.

Too soon we arrived at my building.

- I live here.- I point to the old building located between modern skyscrapers.

Y/N turns to me taking a step closer. Slowly she takes my hand and places it between hers. I don't even realize I'm avoiding eye contact until she calls me.

- Scarlett.

My eyes quickly meet hers. Being so close to this woman makes me nervous, for some reason.

- I'd love to see you again.- She smiles.- And you don't even have to show off naked next time.- A naughty little smile replaces the previous one.- Unless you want to of course.

I couldn't control myself and smiled back. But the thought of having to say no to an invite to a real date with Y/N ​​makes my smile quickly fade.

- I'm sorry. I would love to but I can't.

Her smile disappears too.

- Would love to but can't?- Y/N tries to understand my answer.

- Mixing business with personal life didn't work for me once. I've been down this road with my ex-boyfriend and I'm still struggling to separate the mess from the business.- I pause.- I like you Y/N. I really do. But I don't think it's a good idea.

- Don't you think it's a good idea?- Y/N asks.

- Yea. That's what I said.- I confirm my words, confused.

Y/N cracks a smile.

- I can handle that.

- Can handle what?

-You said you don't think it's a good idea. You don't seem too convinced about this new rule.- She shrugs her shoulders and smiles.

I laughed.

- Good night Y/N.

She pulls my hand that she's still holding for me to approach her. Then she leans over and gives me an unexpected hug. When she pulls away her mouth comes closer to my ear and with a deep voice whispers to me, sending electric waves through my spine.

- The painting turned out beautiful.

She pulls her head away and her mouth curves into a sinful smile.

- I'm going to have sweet dreams tonight.- Leaving me speechless, she pulls away and walks away, smiling at me as she looks back over her shoulder as I stay glued to the same place she left me.