Guido Mista x Reader

Meeting Up with Him

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Finally, after two failed times before, you knew the third time would work out. You see him sitting at the outdoor table to the cafe you agreed to meet at, his back to you. Even from this angle, he seems calm and relaxed, and the thought of getting to spend the whole day with him makes you giddy and excited. You rush up behind him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"Mista! Am I late?"

You couldn't help but notice how he reacted. His body going stiff, his hand reaching under the table, he's on defense now and so alert, but it only lasts for a moment until he realizes it's only you. An easy smile spreads across his face and he turns his head to look at you in the eyes.

"Yeah, but I'll forgive you this time." He jokes, which you pout at before taking a seat across from him.

The man is Guido Mista and you've been dating him for just over a month now, though it seems less than that, considering you don't get to see him too much. His work, being a contractor, leaves him with little free time and it's so hard to get your schedules to line up. But today, he assured you, was going to be the two of you and nothing else.

"So what do you wanna do today, [YOUR NAME]?" He asks, looking expectantly at you over the rim of his drink. "Anything you want. I've been looking forward to this for a long time. I needed a break." Mista rolls his shoulders a bit and you catch glimpses of his muscles underneath his shirt. Mista doesn't like to talk about his job too much, it's boring and technical he says, but despite being so busy, he was always in good shape.

"I was thinking we could go to the museum," you reply, your face feeling a little hotter now after your secret observations. "There's a new exhibit on ancient Egypt, but today is the last day it'll be open."

Mista frowns. He remembers you mentioning the exhibit several times over the past couple of weeks, but there was always more pressing matters that kept him away. He feels guilty that he's had to brush you off so many times before, and even worried if you'd grow to hate him for it. But you assured him that you didn't blame him, and that you were happy to spend any time, no matter how short or trivial, together with him. Waiting was worth it for Mista, you told yourself. And it was the truth.

"Sounds good!" He downs the last of his drink and puts money on the table, then stands up and holds out his hand to you. "Let's go, [YOUR NAME]!" Your heart is fit to burst as you take his hand, the two of them fitting perfect in one another. Mista leads you away from the cafe, making sure to keep you close at his side as the two of you navigate the crowded Italian streets on the way to the museum.