Océane's Eyes

•XVIII•

I take a long last sip from my drink and make sure the straw makes that annoying sound before I know I'm done and throw the disposable cup away.

It's a Saturday, a gloomy cold boring Saturday. I asked mum if I could take a walk down a BUSY street and just clear my head, she agreed obviously after much overthinking.

The cup misses by merely an inch when I aim it at the trash can.

I was so close, that's not littering is it?

I ignore my petty failure and I'm about to keep walking when I see someone pick up the cup and throw it in the trash looking like the freaking hero.

He looks up at me

The culprit

And our eyes lock, the familiar emerald of his makes my heart summersault, flip, and do a whole freaking tiktok dance.

Eden

What a fantastic way to meet again, note the sarcasm.

He appears to have been jogging, I can tell by the fit. First time seeing him in a hoodie, I always imagined it looking just as sexy as his suits , but a laid back sexy. I can tell you one thing, I wasn't wrong.

He paired his light grey hoodie with matching loose sweat pants and blue running shoes. Why not green? Eww, that won't look so nice.

He walks over to me with barely a smile on his face, he's obviously as shook as I am.

"Océane, hey"

"H..hi Eden, sorry about the cup. I was going to pick it up"

Cap!!!!

"It's no problem, it makes me feel better picking it up. And you were so close"

"For real, I was" I agree and we both laugh, then he has a look on his face.

Is it embarrassment?, is it regret? Can't really put an emotion to it but it is all in all sexy.

"Hope you didn't stop coming to therapy cause of the last time we met, I couldn't stop thinking about it and I really am sorry. I shouldn't have done that"

"Noo, nooo. It's not cause of you"

Oh no, here comes the feels

"It's my dad"

This time he had a confused yet concerned look on his face.

"Can we talk about it somewhere else" I suggest.

"Sure" , he agrees with me and we walk into a coffee shop nearby.

We both take a seat and he orders a drink before turning over to me and asking if I'd like anything.

"No, drank something on the way here. Hence the littering"

He chuckles remembering my little act of rebellion.

"So... What's up?" He starts the conversation again

"My dad has cancer and we can't pay for therapy anymore. We have to pay for his treatments and since he isn't working, there won't be room for other expenses like Océanes therapy sesh." I spill it all out with my head still down.

I feel his palm on the top of mine and I tense up. I look up into his eyes and he tells me "I'm here, expenses or not okay?  You can talk to me as like,... an uncle"
With a weak smile.

An uncle that I had a steamy make out sesh with.

About that.....

I look at his pink lips now curled into a smile and I try to force myself to look away.