Between us and only us (Scamacca & Y/n)

Chapter 5

A week has passed since my encounter with Scamacca and I've not heard anything since. I should've seen it coming really he was just trying to be nice to the girl on the verge of tears in a bar.

Today's Tuesday which means I'm working today. Emile has already left for training so I get out of the shower, brush my teeth and go downstairs to make some breakfast. Just something simple, just a bacon sandwich.

I get my uniform on and shove my apron into my bag and make sure I'm all ready for the day. I lock up the house once again looking at the welcome mat, it doesn't feel the same today, it feels like it's someone else's. The walk to the train station isn't bad, it's maybe 5 minutes down a somewhat busy street. I get through the turnstiles and get on the train down to Maryland. It feels cold down my neck.

Once I get to work I immediately start on coffee orders. Today has felt different since this morning. Maybe I'm nervous as the program starts in 25 days time and maybe I'm trying anything to get my mind off that but right now I can't stop thinking about those warm hands, clasping my hands and those arms. It's only when a women comes up to the counter asking for a coffee I realise how much I've zoned out. "Im so sorry ma'am I wasn't paying attention" I feel my cheeks glow a bright red and the thought of being caught without being caught doing anything but thinking.

My mind starts to trail again, this time to Emile. Thinking about this last week, thinking of the lies I've buried myself in about how our relationship has been these last few weeks.

I'll admit we've grown distant. He still mine and I his but it feels like we're handcuffed to one another now rather than free to feel. I can pinpoint exactly when it happened - last year November, he wanted to post a picture of us together and I told him I didn't want to be on his public social media. It wasn't anything personal I just didn't want to be on every fan page being blasted because we were dating. He didn't see it that way. He saw it as 'I don't want people to know we're dating'. I noticed it ever since, unless we were in public. Behind closed doors I think we classed as roommates that sleep together sometimes but not boyfriend and girlfriend. Then in public I was a trophy to be shown off, I didn't mind it but I wished we could go back to when he would show up to walk me home from uni or would kiss me like he meant it. But it happens to relationships.

I'm sat on my break in one of the booths when my phone rings.
"Hello is this y/n?"
"Hello yes this is y/n can I just ask who this is?"
"It's me Gianluca, remember 'you're scamacca holy shit'" suddenly the voice hits me of course "I'm sorry for not calling you sooner the number rubbed off my arm so my friend had to get it from your friend"
I unconsciously smile hearing that he went to that effort to get in contact.
"Oh I'm sorry that happened, but at least you got it in the end, you really didn't have to"
"I said I wanted to be friends, no?" I giggled "how did the argument go?" He asked with a slight sigh as if he doesn't want an answer
"I never bothered with it, it seemed useless when I got home"

He'd never tell you but he wished it had happened he wished he could have you, he had sent his friend to chat to Rosa so he could get you alone, it broke him when you said you had a boyfriend.

"That's good. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up soon?" He said clearly it had been on his tongue since he picked up the phone.
"We'll I'm at work now but I finish at 7 if you're around?"
"Text me the address I'll be there"
" see you then"
I end the phone call. Immediately text him the address of the cafe and sit back in my chair. I think about seeing him again, about what he wants to know about me, what I want to know about him. I think about his tattoos again and wonder what they mean.
"Y/n breaks up" I'm broken from my thoughts for having to get back to work.