forever | timothee chalamet

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Stas pov:

The decision made, we embraced the luxury of an unplanned day, a welcome deviation from our usual routine. As we prepared to step outside, the crisp morning air hinted at the possibilities of a new beginning. Our destination: a local breakfast spot that had been a favorite refuge for moments like these.

We hopped into Mia's car, a reliable companion that had witnessed countless conversations and confessions. The engine roared to life, and as we pulled out of the driveway, the open road beckoned us with promises of a carefree day.

"So, Stas," Mia began, her fingers tapping playfully on the steering wheel, "any particular breakfast spot in mind?"

I grinned, scanning the options in my mental list. "How about that quaint place by the park? They make the best pancakes, and their coffee is like a warm hug, you know?"

Mia chuckled, her eyes brightening. "You had me at pancakes. Let's go."

The drive unfolded with a soundtrack of easy conversation and laughter. The city passed by in a blur of familiar streets and hidden corners, each turn a testament to the shared adventures that had woven the tapestry of our friendship.

As we approached the breakfast spot, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon teased our senses. Finding a parking spot, we exited the car, ready to immerse ourselves in the comforting ambiance of the restaurant.

The bell above the door jingled as we entered, greeted by the inviting aroma of breakfast delights. The place was cozy, with sunlight streaming through the windows and a gentle hum of conversation filling the air.

A friendly server led us to a corner booth, and we settled in, the worn leather seats cradling us like old friends. I perused the menu, savoring the anticipation of a leisurely breakfast.

"So, Stas," Mia started, studying the menu with a playful grin, "what's the secret to a perfect pancake?"

I chuckled, leaning back in my seat. "It's all about the batter. Fluffy and just the right amount of sweetness. Oh, and a generous drizzle of maple syrup."

Mia nodded appreciatively. "Noted. I'll have to try making pancakes your way someday."

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, the casual banter a welcome respite from the complexities of the night before. With each shared laugh, the weight on Mia's shoulders seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding.

As our breakfast arrived - a feast of pancakes, eggs, and steaming mugs of coffee - Mia raised her cup in a toast. "To unexpected days off and the best breakfast company."

I clinked my mug against hers. "To friendship and the strength to face whatever comes our way."

As the morning unfolded, we delved into deeper conversations, exploring topics beyond the immediate challenges. Mia shared childhood stories, and I reminisced about our college escapades. Amidst the laughter and nostalgia, the bond between us strengthened, creating a space where vulnerability and comfort coexisted.

"Mia," I said, sipping my coffee, "how are you feeling about everything now? Last night was... intense."

She sighed, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "It's a mix of emotions, Stas. Confusion, anger, vulnerability. But talking about it with you, taking this day off-it's helping me make sense of it all. I'm definitely doing fucking better."

I nodded, offering a supportive smile. "You're not alone in this, Mia. We'll go through it together."

The conversation took a more reflective turn as we discussed the intricacies of relationships, the importance of communication, and the complexities of intimacy. In that small corner booth, surrounded by the comforting aroma of breakfast, we unraveled the layers of our experiences, finding solace in shared understanding.