precious- timothée chalamet

chapter twelve

THE DAY OF THE BANKSY EXHIBIT, EVE waited for Timmy to announce he reached her apartment. She paced her kitchen, watching her phone intently and hoping it would light up with an "i'm here!"

"Eve, you have to calm down, you have three hours before the event even begins!" Vanessa groaned from the couch. "Watching you freak out makes me nauseous!"

Eve looked up from her hands that she was messing with and sighed, "Okay, sorry. I've just never brought a date with me to these things."

"Oh, like your old ass coworkers care." Vanessa laughed, "If you're happy and he's nice, they won't care."

"Yeah, you're right." She said, thinking about how the coworkers she was closest to, Andy, Rita, and Skip would be just excited for her and she knew that. "I'm gonna go check and make sure I look decent."

Vanessa chuckled, "You look beautiful, Eve. Don't worry about it."

Eve grinned at her friend, but still shuffled away to her bathroom and gave herself a look in mirror. She was wearing a navy cowl neck dress that went a bit further than her knees, some gold necklaces layered and then matching gold hoop earrings. Her hair was pulled into half up half down, Vanessa having curled her bright red hair earlier and the curls somehow staying in. She gave herself a smile, happy with her look, and went back into the living area where Vanessa announced a Timmy text.

"Your mans has arrived!" Vanessa squealed. "Please tell him to come up here, I want to see him and pee myself!"

Eve couldn't hold in the bark of a laugh and took her phone from Vanessa's hands, texting Timothée back with a quick, "sweet! please come up here or else vanessa will explode!"

"I told him!" She said, waving her phone at Vanessa, who was hopping around the apartment with excitement.

"I don't know how you don't lose your shit every time you see him, he's just so..." Vanessa started and stood still for a second with her hands on her hips, looking for a good look to describe Timmy. "Dreamy! That's the word!"

"Good lord," Eve grinned. "And for the record, I do lose my shit when I see him, I just try not to scare him away."

There was a knock on the door and the two girls stopped in their tracks, both of them looking at each other in silence, then back to the door. "He's HERE!" Vanessa mouthed at Eve.

"I KNOW!" Eve mouthed back and ran over to the door and unlocked it, peeking her head out to see Timmy's grinning face looking right back at her. "Timmy!!" She exclaimed, opening the door wider.

"Eve!" He exclaimed back, walking into her apartment and looking her up and down. "We're matching."

Eve didn't even have a chance to look at his suit, she was just looking at his face and how nice his hair looked. She blushed when he caught her eye and looked down at his black suit with a navy shirt underneath. When she looked back up at him, he was mirroring her soft smile. "Wow, our minds." She laughed.

"Our minds indeed," He replied, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. Timmy turned to the girl standing in the kitchen, her eyes not leaving his figure. "Hey I'm Timothée."

Eve looked over to where Vanessa was standing, the girl trying so hard not to squeal. The girl ran a hand through her short black hair and grinned at Timmy, "I'm Vanessa, big fan, but also don't think that won't stop me from kicking your ass if you hurt my Eve."

The redhead saw a grin growing on Timmy's face, "I promise I won't hurt Eve."

Vanessa nodded, "Good, I know your address if you try any funny business." She wiggled her finger at him and Eve had to cover her mouth from laughing at the exchange.