Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

12. Coffee Delusions

"Yes?" Wesley asks, putting down his briefcase on the empty seat next to him.

"Hey, it's me." You say, getting in your car.

"Hello, y/n." Wesley's voice immediately softens. Fisk takes a notice of it, trying to listen as much of you speaking on the other side as he can.

"I'll be quick, just you know, wanted to give you a heads up that I'm quite free this week, for all I know now..." suddenly you get embarrassed for even calling him.

"Oh, that sounds amazing. You want to meet some time then?" Wesley asks, looking at Fisk in front of him, and the latter nods.

"That would be great. If you're not busy, of course."

"I am... A little. But for you, I can find some free time, when is good for you?" Wesley looks outside the window, possibly for the first time feeling like he couldn't hold Fisk's stare.

"Clear your schedule for tonight?" You ask, looking back at the firm's building, feeling like the place suddenly gave you a cold shoulder.

"Absolutely."

"I'll text you the address then." You say and wait a bit for him to say something else.

"Great. Can't wait to see you again."

"Yeah, me too. Bye, James."

"See you later." He ends the phone call, daring to look at Fisk.

"You'll manage the business?" Fisk asks.

"It's not the first time I multi-task." Wesley leans back in the seat, closing his eyes for a moment, and not seeing the raised eyebrow on Fisk's face.

***
Foggy and Matt were busy trying to make things for Healy better, although there was not much hope. Karen almost got bribed for the absolute silence; Hogarth made another shady deal, Benowitz was busy fucking that newbie lawyer from the 1st floor, and Fisk went to the gallery to look at the Rabbit in a Snowstorm painting again, finding it hard to forget Vanessa's pretty face. Fisk thought that he understood Wesley more than anyone else in the world, he thought of him as a friend, partner, sometimes even as a son, and today he felt like he saw a totally different man in front of him in that car. Usually, Fisk would order to get rid of any possible distractions, yet now that he started to feel something other than constant hatred, and it was directed towards a beautiful woman, Fisk dared to risk his best man and companion and let him get involved with something else than business.

You?
You were trying to put up a look for the date. It wasn't really a date, although you considered it to be one, so you could make yourself look as good as you could. Dresses were not an option, since in the afternoon it got quite chilly, skirts were crossed out too, and that left you in
dark blue suit pants and jacket again, but this time you decided to wear a warmer blouse underneath.

Wesley entered the Café precisely a minute before seven, but already found you sitting in the corner seat. His outfit was the same as he wore in the morning, just the suit went darker by three shades. Hand behind his back, he was walking confidently, looking around until he noticed you and a smirk escaped his lips. Getting at your table, he stopped, and pulled out a single red rose. "A beautiful flower for a beautiful woman."

You hated roses.

"Thank you." You blush slightly, feeling not ready to return to the dating world after all those years, and pretending that you liked the flower. After all, it was a nice gesture, especially in times like these, when men didn't care about bringing flowers to dates.

"I hope I didn't make you wait." He sits down, and you notice that he's not wearing a tie, few buttons of his shirt, unbutonned.

"No, not at all."