reader x Keanu Reeves
"hey tom, mind if I have the studio during lunch?" you asked the production manager for the dance studio in hopes of releasing some stress. the shoot of your new film had been really difficult lately. lots of emotionally taxing scenes. Keanu, your co-star, has been great about helping you through it but some of it just hits too close to home. sometimes it feels like you aren't even acting, just reliving trauma all over again. you really needed this thirty minute dance break.
"yeah sure! no problem." tom said.
you walk into the studio and sit on the floor as everyone else goes to the lunch tent. you scarf down a protein bar with plans to eat after you're done dancing. after you finish the bar you start stretching. your agent and the entire crew would have a literal heart attack if you hurt yourself in the middle of this project. you put on your depressing playlist and start dancing. you haven't danced fully in a studio since high school. it was such a release.
it was unknown to you at the time but Keanu was looking for you. he was asking around all the crew to see where you went so he could ask if you wanted lunch. literally everyone but you knew that he liked you and same goes for him. it was frankly annoying to everyone around but who cares. tom told him where you were and he walked over to the studio. you had your earbuds in and didn't hear him coming. he leaned up against the doorframe and watched silently as you moved about the room with an emotional grace.
he finally caught your eye and you yelled, "Jesus Christ! what the fuck are you doing?"
"you're a dancer?"
"no."
"so you weren't just dancing?"
"you're a stalker?"
"no."
"so you weren't just watching me?"
"I was gonna see if you wanted lunch." Keanu said playfully. he walked fully into the room. you sat on the floor, tried from dancing, and he followed. "burrito bowl?" " no cheese, I know you're lactose intolerant."
"wow, that's actually really sweet." you thought. "and he remembered. I wonder if this means... no." you stopped yourself. he didn't like you. he was just being nice, right? he's such a sweetheart he'd do it for anyone. (he actually would.)
You starting eating and the two of you just talked. Some flirty banter, some deep philosophical conversation. All within the hour lunch break. Because that's Keanu. You really think he'd be a good philosopher if he didn't want to act. You told him that, he didn't agree. He never does.
By now you had been finished eating for while and Keanu stands up. You look at him confused. "Leaving?" You ask hopefully nonchalantly.
"Dance with me." He says. He doesn't ask it, just holds out his hand and waits for you to grab his. He pulls you up off the floor. You laugh because he's actually a lot stronger than he looks. You give him one of your earbuds and you spend the rest of the lunch break slow dancing to "dancing in the kitchen" playlist you made that you never thought you'd actually use.
No words were exchanged but you and him both felt the same way. You never wanted that lunch break to end.
