all of me (Gracie Abrams/You)

Chapter 2 - irresistible

It was rather late. Y/N wasn't really in the mood to go home and be bombarded yet again with how the job hunting was going. Maybe eating out for once wouldn't be that bad. She roamed around half of the town before settling for a quiet brasserie somewhere downtown. She wasn't even sure what she ordered, she was more in need of a drink anyway. 

Today was weird, to say the least. Gracie Abrams? Personal assistant? That couldn't be real life. She was sure that she was feeling so hopeless about life that she started hallucinating. Maybe she was finally going insane, she laughed to herself as she swirled the glass of red in her hand. 

But actually though. 

She opened Instagram and looked for the first Gracie Abrams updates account that popped up. This was so silly, but she just wanted at least a confirmation before she considered consulting a psychologist. However, when the first post of the account showed a picture of the girl she was with today. At the coffee shop she was in today. Holding her motherfucking hand. She got pretty sure she may have not imagined today. She herself was not in the picture, but it would be bad to not recognise her own limb. 

She downed the rest of her glass and shook her head. What the fuck had happened today?

Maybe she drank this wine too fast. Yeah... sounded about right. She held up her glass and struggled to focus on it. Suddenly, a dark silhouette filled the background of the glass. She averted her eyes and looked up to the figure looming over her. "Are you shitting me right now?" she murmured, laying back in the booth. 

Gracie chuckled, leaning over the table. "I've never had someone express so much enthusiasm in seeing me," she said sarcastically. 

"Today wasn't a dream?"

Gracie shook her head, amused. She gestured to the empty space next to Y/N. "May I join you?" she asked. Y/N stayed staring at her like a deer in headlights but shrugged. There was a beautiful free seat right in front of them, she did not expect Gracie to plop down next to her. It really did close the distance between them. Y/N adjusted and moved a bit before turning to look at the girl. "Couldn't leave me alone already?" she slurred jokingly.

"What can I say, you're pretty irresistible."

It was at this moment, Y/N realised she wasn't the only one not sober. Yes, it was a teasing joke, but the way Gracie was staring at her right now, didn't seem like one. She's had lots of staring contests with people before, but not like this. Not in the middle of a brasserie, not this tipsy, and certainly not with someone who's practically sitting on her lap right now. The dark dim lights in the place didn't help, if anything, it just fueled the intensity of the situation. She couldn't make out much of her features, her eyes were dark, framed by a pair of dark full brows and her hair, long with a bit of curl in them. It was all that mattered... The alcohol really was getting to her head.

Y/N was the one to break the rising tension between them. "Don't stare at me like that, Gracie Abrams," she whispered. It was definitely loud enough for her to hear given how her breath literally hit her lips with how close they were. 

"You're staring too," Gracie husked, 

Y/N covered her eyes with her hand and turned her head away. Gracie got the memo and backed away, leaving more space between them. "I'm sorry," the brunette muttered embarrassed. 

"I think we've both had one too many drinks to make sound decisions right now." Two broken hearts, a terribly-lit restaurant, and a shit ton of alcohol. All the lines were meant to be blurred. The Y/E/C-eyed girl wasn't the most responsible drinker, but someone had to be the responsible one. "Why'd you drink so much?"

"You know why," Gracie slurred, giving her a pointed look. Or well, more like attempted to. Her drunken eyes and flustered cheeks made her come off more flirty than she would've intended. "What about you? Why did you drink?" she returned the question.