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four; warm coffee and cold floors
it had been raining all week. the pavements wet, trees letting drops fall onto passers by, and every cold breeze squeezing through every crack it could get through.
wilbur was struggling to stay warm, his shoes were soaked from the rain so he had to abandon them, leaving him in thin socks against his cold wooden floors.
he could hear y/n's heater through the walls, wanting nothing more than to be sat in front of it and feel warmth again. however he didn't wanna bother her, he had invaded her personal time for the past few days and couldn't bring himself to do it again.
y/n wasn't currently in her studio, but she was coming back. she had two coffees, one in each hand. her right held her usual order, and her left held a simple coffee with cream and sugar.
instead of going to her door, she walked to the one right next door, knocking with the tip of her shoe and waiting patiently for an answer.
wilbur stood up and opened the door, pleased yet surprised to see her standing there. a warm smile on her lips, hair slightly damp from the morning dew, and her fingers wrapped around two cups letting off steam through the lids.
"i got you some coffee. cream and sugar, plain and simple."
she smiled as she handed it towards him, earning a blush to be dusted across his face.
he returned the smile, taking the coffee and taking a quick sip to warm up his body. he allowed for her to come in, moving to the side and gesturing towards the small loveseat he had.
his studio was much different than hers. instead of plenty colors, he had browns and grays. a small brown loveseat in front of a small brown coffee table. a closet/wardrobe sat in the corner of the room, a desk with a chair and tons of paper, pencil shavings, and more.
it was more clean than hers, yes, but lacked his true personality.
"thank you, for the coffee. it's freezing today."
he spoke softly, sitting down on the loveseat next to her as he held the warm cup between his two hands. his feet still planted on the cold wooden tiles.
"it's no problem, really. it's what friends do."
friends. they hadn't established a relationship yet, but knowing she saw him as a close someone in her life, worthy enough of a title at least, earned a smile from him. even if it was just friends, it still meant she cared.
friends. but you care for your friends. you think about them, visit them, talk to them, call them. you hang out, buy things for each other, do stupid things together. friends was enough for him. friends meant he'd at least be in her everyday life.
he ignored his pressing thoughts and nodded to her words, glancing down towards her finger tips and taking note of the light scarring she had from days prier.
"how's your hand?"
he gestured towards them, seeing her run a thumb over them with no reactions and simply shrugging. even bet movements had him captivated, he was taken aback that she was even next to him in that moment. he was in absolute awe.
"it's okay, doesn't hurt anymore. it's healing."
her voice was soft, matching her expression and smile as she continued to drink her own coffee. he hadn't realized it but she had removed her shoes as well, placing them next to his damp pair by the door.
she had assumed it was simple 'house' rules, but came to regret it due to how cold the floor was.
however, the warmth of the coffee and the light blushes on both their faces made them content in the moment. even with their feet planted against the freezing surface, it was bearable, because they weren't alone.
it was a moment worth photography. two oblivious souls, sat shoulder to shoulder, smiling to themselves.
wilbur could imagine her painting it. the way her brush would gently move across the canvas, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she stared in concentration.
y/n could see him writing a song about it. his fingers working at the chords to get it to sound just right, his voice just a bit higher than the notes as he made a song worth listening to.
the two of them kept this pictures in their head, even if it wasn't the first time they she imagined it, it certainly wouldn't be the last.
as they drank their coffees, struggling to make small talk, but sitting in a comforting silence, they couldn't help but stare at one another.
"you're really pretty."
wilbur's voice was genuine, his words struggling to escape his lips as he tried to hide his blush behind a shy smile.
"you're really handsome."
she matched his voice and behavior, looking away like a school girl who had just asked her crush out.
the two of them were still sat in silence. empty coffee cups, with a blush to warm their faces.
the perfect day, filled with warm coffee and cold floors.
