*** (A week later)
Shopping at the grocery store, basket in hand, you were perusing the wine isle.
Taittinger was one of the first you saw, those distant friends of yours had recommended it over a lengthy dinner conversation. Those friends hadn't called you in a while, one night you were planning to reach out, but recollected that phones work both ways.
But the bottle was barely out of reach. You look down at the mostly empty bottom shelf and step into it. You slightly jump reaching for the bottle, the first attempt did not work.
"Would you like some help, ma'am?" A store employee asked.
"Oh, no thank you."
You jumped a second time and successfully retrieved the wine.
"I got it." You say turning around, smiling.
That was not a store employee, it was Lecter.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know it was you," "It's alright, Mr/Ms/Xr Y/L/N. You seem well off on your own." He gives you a smile.
The two of you just seemed to stare at each other for a few seconds. His tilted head and half-open eyes gazed down at your own.
You were getting a better look at his, they were a dark brown color with a hue of red. Almost maroon. But they didn't have anything besides looked to offer, Hannibal wore a mask so tight it had become just another layer of skin.
"Taittinger. Do you like it?"
"Oh, uh maybe. My friends recommended it to me a while ago and I haven't gotten around to trying it until now."
"May I recommend another brand?"
"Of course."
"Micheal Laval. It comes from the vineyards located in the surroundings of Boursault. In Vallé de la Marne, a sub-region of the Champagne wine region, in France."
(I have no clue if Hanni would actually drink this I just looked up expensive wine and found this.)
"You know a lot more than I do, Dr.Lecter."
He smiles in response. "I'll see you at three, then?"
"You will."
***
Carrying a few bags out of the store, you feel queasy. Davin De Becker's "The Gift Of Fear" was the best way to describe it. The intuition telling you that someone was watching.
Once you reached your car, you looked around. No one was being suspicious.
The only other activity in the parking lot was a Honda Accord driving past, its windows tinted.
But tinted windows are like 2-way mirrors. One person sees a reflection and the person on the opposite side, sees you.
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"I'm Not Fortunes Fool, I'm Yours" (x yn)
FanfictionOh my god this is weird, I originally wrote this in my freshman year of high school- IN A CLASS. The cover is definitely proof. Shirley Temple (caffeine?) is the only thing that made me edit this. . #5 hannibalxreader . . (I do not own the character...
