𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙎 || TWICE FF

CHAPTER 19

3RD POV

19:30

LOCATION: 833 Jamaica Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11208, E.E.U.U.

Happy parked in front of the cozy little café, its outdoor seating adorned with colorful umbrellas and potted plants.

"I'll come pick you up later. Have fun, okay?" he said, turning to Y/N with a reassuring smile.

She nodded, her expression a mix of excitement and nervousness. 

"Yeah, don't worry," she replied as she opened the car door.

She stepped out, closing the door behind her with a solid thud, and turned back when she heard the window roll down.

Happy looked at her over his sunglasses, which were now perched at the tip of his nose. "Be careful. Do you have your emergency suit?"

"Yes," she responded, somewhat bored, glancing at the backpack slung over her shoulder.

He nodded, satisfied, and rolled the window back up before starting the car and pulling out of the parking spot.

With her foot tapping the asphalt impatiently, Y/N waited for Happy's car to disappear from view before she started walking.

At the corner, she paused, looking up at the traffic light, willing it to turn green. When it did, she dashed across the street, her pace quickening as she glanced at the shop windows, skimming the names on the signs.

She stopped in front of a charming flower shop, the scent of fresh blooms wafting through the open door. As she stepped inside, a bell tinkled above her.

The shop owner, an older woman with silver hair and kind eyes, looked up from her phone and smiled warmly.

"The usual?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Yes, please," Y/N replied, her shy smile creeping onto her face.

The woman walked over to a display of beautiful white carnations, selecting a few and wrapping them in crisp cellophane.

Returning to the counter, she scribbled something on a notepad. "That'll be ten dollars, honey," she said, handing the bouquet to Y/N.

Y/N dug into her pocket, pulled out a crumpled ten-dollar bill, and handed it over. She took the flowers, their delicate fragrance filling her senses, and smiled. "Thanks,"

The old lady smiled before opening the creaky cash register.

Y/N bit her lip, fidgeting slightly. 

"Did Peter come today?" she asked shyly, watching the old lady tuck the bills away.

The old lady shook her head. "No, sweetheart, the last time I saw him was this Monday."

"Oh... Okay." Y/N nodded, subtly disappointed, before forcing a sweet smile. "Anyway, thank you very much. Have a good evening." She waved goodbye and walked toward the exit.

After the old lady bid her farewell, Y/N continued on her way, advancing a few more meters until she reached her destination. She stopped dead in her tracks, clutching the flowers with both hands, swallowing hard as she looked at the entrance of the place. The vibe was sad and nostalgic, a heavy energy lingering in the air.