Us

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Helena smiled warmly not only at Tim's constant generosity as he enthusiastically ordered some Garlic Bread. "This will make everything better" he had said. It was clear for anybody to see that Tim felt comfortable and that warmed her more than her delicious pasta ever could. Her mind couldn't help but wander with stirring questions that kept distracting her from the man sitting before her. Does he think this is a date? this thought excited her beyond compare. If only she knew that Tim was nervously asking himself the same thing. Tim cherished the fact that he had always been able to read Helena's emotion, to him and him only- she was an open book and he adored the fact that she was confident and comfortable around him to project her true emotions but he sometimes found himself wondering if she knew how visible her sadness became. As the evening proceeded and the plates and glasses emptied it had been clear to him that she was appreciative of this until now. Helena was his open book, he could see when a dark cover casted over her eyes and he noticed how her shoulders slouched at the thought of being alone again in the near future pestered her. "You okay?" Tim asked before taking a slurp of his water. "Yeah, yeah of course love!" she tried her best to enthuse with a plastered smile. "are you...you know, uncomfortable?" the directors brows knitted together, rich with concern. "i didn't mean to- i just wanted to..." as words tumbled out from his lips Helena felt a pang of guilt. She shouldn't be so glum here when this man, her man came all the way out here to see her and talk over absolutely delicious food.  She shouldn't feel so gloomy! She was finally out, spending some quality time with the man she had been missing for all these months. "Stop right there" she cut him off with a dramatic swipe of her hand. "This has been amazing, Tim. Really it has" she is struck with the present situation once again and Tim notices how the corners of her eyes creased beautifully and how her plump painted lips etched upwards. "You know what Im like- im sorry for letting my mind trail off...The night couldn't of gone better, this has all been such a great stress relief from the premiere and it's been wonderful, the food- the drink-" her hands join beneath her chin, resting her head on them as she talks soothingly. "but it's been mostly you that's been wonderful.." her words obviously eased him, causing a smile to break on his anxious features.

"And you're sure you don't want to talk about anything?"

"I'm certain" she smiled sweetly. "I'm just exhausted" her finger slid over the rim of her glass, following it's infinite circular pattern.

"Let's get this bread boxed up for you then"

"Wha-" Helena was in no rush to get back to that empty hotel room but Tim's eyes were already scanning the room for the waitress. "Tim- it's really no rush" she finally mustered causing Tim to turn in his seat. "Oh I know" he grinned. "I'm just making sure you have room for dessert." he said with a hearty chuckle that caused goosebumps to flood Helenas exposed skin.

The two decided on a rich belgian chocolate cake- the house special. Their chocolate German cake arrived and brows raised at the size of it. "We're going to be obese by the time we get back to London!" Helena jokingly said before they both took a big bite out of their slices. The pudding was rich and divine. The place obviously had a talented chef and the two left a generous tip before leaving

As Tim and Helena walked out of the little Italian with boxes of garlic bread and cake in hand. Helena fought the urge to reach out and take his hand in her own, especially when their fingers brushed against each others on the walk back to the car. Once climbing into their ride, the two situated the boxes between them. The journey was mostly silent. With a few comments passed every now and them the two were left to massage their bloated stomachs and wonder what was to become of the hours that were to follow their date.

The car stopped outside Helena's hotel leaving the two on the curb before riding off into the night. "Tim" Helena talked and walked towards the door. "Could you help me with the boxes?" she smiled, head gesturing to the door. With a excited nod he opened the door and they both headed to the lift. They both knew that Helena was capable of carrying two boxes but it was the only excuse she could muster. They silently walked down the hall and Helena guided them to a halt outside her suite. "This is me" she smiled, eyes flicking to Tims pocket as he pulled out his wallet. "Am I getting paid for being your date tonight?" his heart skipped a beat at the mention date, heat crawled up his spine and consumed his pale cheeks. "It's pretty worthless compared to money" he quietly whispered as he reluctantly pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Helena. She gazed at him before curiously unfolding the paper. "I've been drawing..." he continued as Helenas eyes met the art. "Oh Tim!" she breathlessly whispered, cupping a hand over her mouth. Her heart hammered harder than a dumb and she tried to strain her tear ducts from blurring her vision with tears but struggled as her eyes drifted from a picture of her to Tims wide and hopeful eyes. No matter how many times Tim had drawn her the feeling of gratitude  overwhelmed her. Honour consumed her and tears tracked her cheeks. "This is beautiful" she choked, Helena wanted to express how surprised she was by him and how grateful she was that he came over here and spent time with her even if it was only a few hours. Relief shone through the eyes of Tim, he grinned at her and she reflected it. "Put the boxes down" she instructed him desperately needing to feel closer to him especially now that she knew, for certain that the feelings that he had once felt for her were still there. He needed her as much as she needed him and he had expressed that through his artwork. When Tim arose she stepped towards him and gripped his jacket. Confusion and nerves twisted his stomach but as he opened his mouth slightly to question her she leaned forward and captured his lips with hers. Both pairs of lips curled upwards against each others. The longing to hold each other grew and Tim locked his arms like a vice around Helena's waist and she the same around his neck. Hearts raced, lips lingered- the missing piece of each other's puzzles had finally been found. The two became one and both director and actress no longer felt lost.