(Fem Reader X Elizabeth Olsen)
Months after being cheated on and working at a coffee shop with no promising future in sight what happens after Y/N agrees to a date with a kind stranger.
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#1 on Inside 8/05/22 🤍
#1 on Liz 8/31/22 💚...
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Kinda the vibe for the fit she's wearing.
MK POV
I take a step towards Y/N and remove my sunglasses. Thankfully the shop isn't busy. "No, not Liz." I watch as Y/N face changes from shocked to confused. She looks me up and down. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. Do I know you?" When Liz said Y/N really didn't know who she was, she wasn't kidding. Does she even know who I am?
I take another step towards Y/N so she can get a good look at me and my phone. "You don't know me, but I sorta know you." I showed her the picture Liz took. I watch Y/N's eyes widen as she looks at the phone, me, then back at the phone. Now the wheels are turning. She opens her mouth. "You're-"
"Mary-Kate. Order for Mary-Kate!" Y/N and I turn our gaze towards the man behind the counter. We watch him set my drink down for pickup. I look back to her. "Yeah, I am." I put my sunglasses back on. "I want to talk to you, Y/N." I smile at the girl before me. "But give me one minute." I turn my back to her and head over to my drink. I pick it up and take a sip. I skim my sunglass-covered eyes over to Y/N and mouth the words "perfect."
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Looking for a calm, quiet place to talk took a while. I wanted to speak with Y/N privately, but doing it at the coffee shop or one of our homes didn't feel right. So a public park bench would have to do.
Surprisingly Y/N didn't leave at any point. However, she didn't talk the whole walk either. I can't tell if she is nervous, scared, or both.
"This good?" I ask, pointing to a bench. Y/N nods and takes a seat as I do the same. The longer we sit in silence, the longer the air around us becomes increasingly awkward. I turn my head to Y/N, but she's too busy looking away to see me. I smile and take another sip of my latte.
"So, did Liz send you here?" I almost choke on my drink. I wasn't expecting her to be so blunt right now. She turns to me. Her eyes have changed. Hurt has filled them. I shake my head. "No."
"Hmm." Is all I get back. After everything, Liz told me the last thing I want to be right now is untruthful. So I decide to continue. "She doesn't even know I'm here." I knew saying this would get Y/N's attention, and I was right. The girl is looking at me with confusion. "What? Then why are you here?"
"That's a good qu-" Y/N interrupts me. "I'm sorry, can you take those off?" Excuse me? "What?"
"Your sunglasses, can you take those off? I know you're not meaning to remind me of Liz, and you're a celebrity and all that, but I don't want to have another conversation with an Olsen if I can't see you."
Once again, Y/N's bluntness catches me off guard. "Sorry if I'm being a bitch-" I rip my sunglasses off and face her. "Don't use that word. Don't ever describe yourself that way. You were not like that at all. I understand what you want and why. So here you go." I give her my sunglasses. She takes them and places them in between two of her fingers. "Thanks." She replies, a little shocked.
