You're My Safe Place

"What brings you here"

A Friday night in Hell's kitchen, where all of the 20 something's are rushing to the clubs. Alcohol coursing through their veins. One of the only instances where someone of Timothée's stature can fly under the radar. The bustling city atmosphere is his favorite thing to witness especially when he can take a step back and observe. Going completely unnoticed.

This is where he finds himself today. A few of his friends had convinced him to get out of his apartment and "live a little". What is important to note about Timothée is that his occupation forces him to mature very quickly. He spends most of his days working with people in their 40's and some even older. After a while he has started to feel disconnected from his generation.

This Friday in particular, Timothée would rather be home in the comfort of his bed.

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The boy bops his head to the beat of what faintly sounds like a new Jack Harlow song. Overhyped and overplayed, he thinks to himself. He waits leaning against the wall of the club trying his best to look like he is having fun. Gino and Christian, Timothée's closest friends, are beginning to drink and plot on a few girls that have caught their eye. "that's my cue" Timothée says to himself as he makes his way to a quieter place to relax.

Pushing through sweaty bodies, he makes his way to the back of the club where he vaguely remembers there being an exit. His memory serves him right as he finds himself approaching the brightest light in the room in the form of a LED red exit sign. He pushes the door open and makes his way over to a bench a few feet from it.

"Oh!" A girl about his age says with a gasp as she notices his presence.

I guess I won't be alone then, he thinks to himself.

"You scared me" She mumbles turning back around to face the city.

"Oh I'm sorry" Timothée says scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, "Is it okay if I sit?"

"Of course" the girl says scooting over to make room for the young man.

"I was just about to-" she does a double take as Timothée comes into the light, now seeing his face for the first time. Her eyebrows knit together studying his features. Timothée braced himself for what usually comes next in situations like these. "Holy shit!" She says a smile creeping to her face for the first time. "You're that actor. Timothée Chalamet right? Or am I trippin' ?" She asks him her voice returning to its normal gentle, quiet volume.

"Ha, no you're perfectly sane, that's me" He says, causing himself pain at how awkwardly he responds to the question.

"That's wild" she mumbles returning to what she'd been focused on prior to the boy interrupting her. Silence envelops the two as she fiddles with what appears to be a makeshift joint. Timothée stares at her as she works. Her long dark braids cascade down her back. Her eyebrows are fused together as her teeth pull on her lower lip, she's focused. Her dark brown smooth skin is exposed on her arms and her back due to the green top she's wearing. "She most be cold" he thinks looking down at his sweater and sweatpants that have still left him feeling quite chilly.

"So, Mr. Chalamet" She says looking up at him which causes Timothée to snap his eyes to the sky, hoping she didn't catch him staring.

"Yes?"

"You seem like the type of person to know how to properly roll a joint." the girl says with a smile, quite a beautiful smile Timothée notes.

"You might be right" He says returning her smile and relaxing into his seat. Getting recognized usually makes him uncomfortable but something about the girl is easing his mind at the moment so he leans into it.