Her hand curled tightly around the latte in her hand, the heat creeping through the cardboard sleeve and making Y/n wince slightly from the burning sensation. She'd just left Ally's Cafe with her usual breakfast order, planning on taking it easy that day before her dinner with Lauren that night.
She strode down the sidewalk, slipping her sunglasses on to block out the bright rays of sun reflecting off of the glass skyscrapers around her. Y/n felt her phone buzz in her pocket and shifted her bagged muffin and coffee to one hand so that she could grab the small device.
Lauren♥️: Good morning, babe!
The architect's face broke out into an unconscious smile as she imagined the other woman lying on her stomach in bed as she typed out the message, raven haired strands messy and loose from sleep. Y/n's decision to ask Lauren out to dinner the night prior had been easy, the architect admittedly falling hard and fast for the young interior designer. However, the thought of what she would be asking Lauren that night had her stomach piled into thick knots.
Tucker had tried reassuring her, but the mathematician knew that no matter what he said his friend would still be anxious until she received a definitive answer from Lauren. Y/n texted back quickly, slipping her phone back into her pocket and began walking again towards the hotel.
The day passed rather quickly, the women exchanging a few texts here and there, but mostly remaining short in anticipation for their shared dinner plans. Y/n had assumed her nerves would soothe throughout the day, but as the time grew nearer, she felt a lump in her throat. The architect had tried drinking water, but it had stubbornly stayed, consequently acting as a dissuasion from leaving her hotel room that night.
Twenty minutes before she was to pick Lauren up from her apartment, Y/n began getting ready, showering quickly and going through a short hygiene routine before walking back out into the main room. Her open suitcase lay on the armchair next to her bed, her last clean outfit draped across the lid.
She put on her usual black Calvin Klein boxer briefs and matching sports bra, slipping on a pair of black tailored slacks over her long legs. The location they were going to that night was outdoors so Y/n swapped out her usual button down with a thick cream colored sweater. Tonight's outfit had been deliberately simple, an elegant approach to her version of casual so that she would not be overdressed for the venue.
Her jewelry was sparse, only a silver band adorning the second finger on her left hand and a simple black leather strapped watch. Y/n slipped a lightweight black suit jacket over her sweater and stepped into her favorite black chelsea boots as she pulled open the door to the hotel room.
As she made her way down to the lobby, she oddly felt that same rush of adrenaline and anticipation she would get before meeting with important clients or making business deals. Her heart hammered in her chest, and Y/n reminded herself that she was simply asking Lauren to be her girlfriend and nothing more.
The architect shook her head in amusement as she gave a curt nod to the doorman. If this is how she reacted to asking Lauren to be her girlfriend, she couldn't imagine how she would feel before proposing to the green-eyed beauty.
Y/n's eyes widened as the rational part of her mind caught up to her frivolous thoughts. Why the hell was she even thinking about marriage? She closed her eyes in silent frustration and internal embarrassment at her heart's obvious desire for love. As she slid smoothly into the leather seats of the car she'd rented for the evening, Y/n willed her heart to calm down; chastising it for such ludicrous ideas.
Hopefully tonight went according to plan.
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The car pulled up to Lauren's apartment building and the architect made her way inside, saying a quick hello to the familiar man behind the counter. The elevator dinged as it stopped on the right floor, and Y/n stepped off; checking her appearance in the mirror hung directly across from the elevators. She'd pulled her suit jacket off in the car, not quite anticipating the weather to stay a bit warmer that night compared to the ones prior.
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Emerald's Eye (Lauren/You)
Fanfiction"May you fall in love with someone who never gets tired of saving you from your own chaos" 25 year old Y/N is a world-renowned architect based out of New York. She's quiet, spends most of her free time alone, and has put her love of architecture abo...
