Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

18. The small things

"What do I reply? What do i do? Grace help me please What. Do. I. Do???"

"Well, what do you want to do? Shagging?"

"No I mean... I won't mind but I am dead serious this is not only about the sex we had. There is more to it !"

"Mmmmm...Tell him to come pick you up."

"No way, what???"

"Tell him, right now, that you just finished work and would like a ride home."

"I can't just demand that from him!"

"Yes, you can."

It's chilly outside. You have your trenchcoat on and, ironically enough, a black wool balaclava a friend once knitted for you. You are so very nervous.

You walk past people, young & old, but all very loud. This city never sleeps.

Checking the time, you have 8 more minutes until Ghost is supposed to show up. You told him to meet you at the pizzeria around the corner.

As soon as Joe sees you, he smiles and shouts "PERLA, I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN A LONG TIME NO? HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?"

It's part of his nature to shout. But you love this guy and his pizza is pretty decent. You and the other girls are regulars by now.

"I'm good Joe, thank you for asking. I'm waiting for someone and wanted to get some slices to go, how are you?"

"SURE THING SURE THING IT WILL BE NO PROBLEM! LOTS OF WORK YOU SEE? SATURDAY IS VERY BUSY, BUT THATS GOOD FOR BUSINESS HEHEHE"

You smile and nod, looking at the slices he has to offer.

"I'll take one Margherita please and...One funghi!"

Joe nods as he maneuvers the slices into the oven.

You're surrounded by plenty of drunk, loud people, half of them bumping into you as you check the time again.

2 minutes. Your body growing tense each second.

"MY SWEETEST HERE'S YOUR PIZZA. AND THIS ON THE HOUSE", he always does this "IS TINY TIRAMISU NO? FOR YOU AND YOUR FRIEND!"

You smile bright, sliding him over your money and saying goodbye, squeezing yourself through the masses to find a spot where Ghost will be able to see you. You look around, should be easy to make him out since he's really tall. But there is just so much going on.

Then, you see him.

He's wearing a worn out, heavy looking brown leather jacket and jeans. A plain black balaclava with no print this time, only his eyes showing. He's staring onto his phone.

You have to hold back a shriek so hard.

Once you get to him, he looks up from his phone and puts it into his pocket. He immediately takes the pizza carton and tiny box off you, eyeing it for a second.

"What did you get?"

"Hey...uhm...it's Margherita a-and Funghi...He gave me a little tiramisu on the house..."

"Sweet" he mumbles as he opens up the door of the black car behind him. You don't know anything about cars but this one looked like serious business, thats all you can tell.

He places your order on the backseat and then looks at you, saying nothing. You tilt your head in confusion until he motions with his hand showing you all the empty seats in his car.

"O-oh yes of course, hehehe" you stumble to the front door and sit down on his passenger seat. He closes the backdoor and enters the drivers seat, silence surrounds you once again after he shuts the door next to him.

His car smells like leather. Clean. Not too obnoxious.

Looking around all the details of his car, you don't notice him staring at you. As soon as you do, you freeze.

"You're being serious?" He asks you in a dry tone, eyeing the balaclava that you're wearing. It's one with a big hole for your face to peek through, but still. This must look funny indeed. After all, you didn't know that today will be the day he decides to text you.

"Thought we're a club now" you reply smugly.

He scoffs, grabbing the steering wheel.

"Where are we going?" He says, slightly raising the volume of the music that's been playing. It's jazz. The same kind of jazz you played in your apartment when he first came to yours. This flatters you.

"Uhm...What are your plans?"

"Well, I wrote you...and now I'm here, with you. Was tryin' to be spontaneous."

"Okay lets...Just go to mine?"

"Alright love"

He hands you over his phone, his maps app open, ready for you to enter your adress.

Why is this all so intimate to you?

All these small things you mean. Interlocking your fingers, him resting his forehead on you, him allowing you to hold his phone.

You enter your adress and press the route button.

"13 minutes from here"

"Perfect. Put your seatbelt on, will ya?."

You giggle internally at his comment.

This night was just getting started and you already feel like a million dollars.