The ambassadors were staying at a luxury hotel in the capital of a country. The day had been hard, but in the main hall of the hotel there was ambient music and a mini bar serving drinks, which Jean was to relax a little and forget about everything for a while. He was alone, without socializing with the rest of the people sitting at the bar.
"What are you doing here alone?" a familiar female voice asked behind him.
"Oh, hi" he greeted as he watched her sit in the next seat and ask the waiter for the same drink he was having.
They began to talk about any unimportant topic until they reached more personal and deep topics, perhaps out of necessity, because of alcohol, or at night, or because of all of the above together.
There was a moment when Pieck put her hand on top of Jean's. It only lasted a few seconds, but too many seconds for it to be a small thing.
He began to think that perhaps the remainder of the night would not be spent alone, and thought about his whole life with her. He was a hopeless romantic without a cure and he made novels in a second with the small gestures of the women who paid him a little attention.
"Well," Pieck said, getting up from her seat, "I'm going to my room now"
"Don't you want to have the last one in my room?" he asked.
"No, I have to get up early tomorrow and I'm already tired" she said, slowly moving away from him, walking backwards without looking. "Good night, Jean" she said, smiling gently.
"...Good night Pieck. Rest"
"Thanks. You too"
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jeanpiku week 2022
FanfictionDrabbles inspired by the prompts of the event Jeanpiku Week 2022, @jeanpikunation on Twitter. #JeanpikuWeek2022 Cross-posted on my AO3, @PieckBurton. K0fi: pieckburton You can find my fanarts for this Week in my Twitter art account @burton__art E...
