Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 10; Difficult to say 'Thank you'

~Y/N's Pov~

"Thanks for coming"

It's the next day, and I'm a bit pissed I couldn't talk to Natasha earlier. Apparently she was busy with something she didn't want to tell me about. I also was too busy fighting with Luke, and trying to clear things up with him about Natasha. Luke, he's settled down a bit. I told him everything he should know, expect for the part where I totally forgot to mention I have Natasha's number, which I finally saved as 'NR', her initials. From now on, whatever happens next between Natasha and I -the case related- I'll probably have to tell Luke. For now, secretly meeting up with Natasha will be hidden away from him. I've just invited her here to this café for my job, nothing else.

I know this is a bad decision, seeing her again, but, I'm so skeptical. She was one out of only a few people who knew about Griffin, the guy who shot me. I'm pretty sure Natasha got him for me. If not that, I can ask why she stalked them.

I observe her each and every movement as she pulls a chair out from the opposite side of me.
She's wearing a black leather jacket over a plain, white T-shirt with dark blue jeans that gets all of her curves perfectly. She matched her jacket with long black boots. Her hair dark red and curly, falling down her back.

I shift in my chair, uncomfortably.

"Of course" She replied, sitting down across from me.

A shiver went down my spine from her low voice. Her eyes averts down to my body, "How's your wound?" She ask.

I didn't expect her to be so curious about me, worrying and all that stuff. Taken back, I quickly flash her a confused smile. I got to play nice if I want her to tell the truth and help me. Then again, I really am thankful for her helping me the day I got shot. I didn't have the chance to thank her. Like I'd ever message her a 'thank you' after everything we've been through.

"Oh, uh." I clear my throat, "It could've been worse."

She quickly nods then leans back in the chair folding her arms.
After me calling the cops on for having drugs, breaking up with her, fighting with her, she saved me. Twice. The day at the party, she dragged me away from that guy who wanted to do bad things to me. Now, with the shooting, she didn't hesitate to take me to the hospital. Fuck. She really deserves a thank you.

I sigh, "Um, thank you for taking me to the hospital." She gives me a strange look, almost like she doesn't believe me. I can understand that. With the terms we are on now, we don't trust each other, or at least I don't trust her. "I'm being honest. Thank you, Natasha." I said, more softly and genuine.

"I couldn't just let you bleed out to death" She co-operated, her voice stern.

I don't know why I can't talk. It's like I can't form words, I just don't know what to say. After a few awkward seconds of just staring at each other, she shifted in her chair and broke the silence.

"So? You didn't just want to meet up and say 'thank you'. What am I really here for?"

"The guy who shot me, Griffin Wesley. He just showed up to my house, duct tape over the mouth, tied up, and-"

"Woah, woah, woah. You think I did it, huh? You think I brought him to you?"

"Well- I mean... I-" I nod, "Yeah"