𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Gatsby Welles - Lost In New York Pt 2

You and Gatsby continue to walk through the rainy streets of New York.
His umbrella shielding you from the heavy rain.

Every now and then, Gatsby would ask you random questions but he would also share information about himself too.
The conversations are effortless, you both seem to take in each other's interests.

The time goes by fast, Gatsby looks down at his watch again and realises it's already 7 pm.

You have been walking for that long? It felt like only 10 minutes ago it was 6:24 pm.

"Hey, you said you needed to meet your workmate at an apartment by 7:30, right?" Gatsby speaks softly.

"Yeah, I did. Why?"

Gatsby shows you the time on his watch.
"We have 30 minutes to get you there."

Your expression turns slightly surprised.
"It's already 7?"

"Yeah, I guess time flew by fast again." He laughs gently.
"I can drive you, my car is just over there." He smiles as he leads you towards the car.

"Really? You've already done so much for me." You say as you follow him towards his car.

He opens the passenger seat for you, waiting for you to get in.
"I already said I would, I also like your company." He smiles again.

You smile back at him as you get in the passenger seat.
"I can't thank you enough for all that you've done for me today, Gatsby."

Gatsby closes the your door before going around to the other side of the car.
Once there, He gets into the car and starts it.

He looks at the road ahead of him and takes a deep breath before looking over at you.
"Do you mind if I ask who your workmate is?"
He asks as he looks over at you for a moment before returning his gaze back on the road, starting to drive.

"Oh, you won't know her. She's not from here either, the apartment I'm supposed to meet her at belongs to a family member of her's."
You answer, thinking nothing of the random question he asked you.

Gatsby feels slight relief as he realises it's a girl that you are meeting up with and not a boy.
He doesn't know why.

"I see." He nods in response.

He continues to drive, his gaze meeting yours every now and then.

A few moments of silence pass.
Gatsby can't help but feel a little sad as he realises he probably won't see you again after dropping you off.
It's not every day you meet someone you click with so fast.

The silence continues for a little longer.
He wants to ask for your number, but he doesn't have the courage. Your phone was still flat anyways.

Gatsby continues to drive until he reaches the destination of where you are supposed to be.
He pulls into the carpark and stops the car.

"Well, we're here." He says quietly as he takes his hands off the driving wheel and looks over at you.

You glance over at his watch, the time read 7:25 pm. You had 5 minutes.
"Well, thank you for driving me here. I really appreciate all that you've done for me today. I don't know what I would have done without you." You smile gently at him.

He returns the smile.
"You're welcome, y/n."
You notice his eyes don't have the same spark anymore as they did before.

You carefully open the door and start to gather up your things, getting ready to start walking towards the building.

Just as you get out of the car and start to walk away, Gatsby's voice interrupted you.

"Hey, wait." He says