Shadows of the Pitch- a Virgil Van Dijk Fan fiction

Chapter 4: Numbers.

After Virgil left my flat, I felt lonely. Which was weird for me, spending such a long time on my own I naturally assumed this was what my life would be like. I waited for a text from him, staring at my phone desperately wanting to hear that text notification so we could talk more. But at the same time, I couldn't understand why I felt this way.

Around midday, I took a hot shower, I felt like I earned it. Taking my time, scrubbing my skin, massaging my head, I wanted to at least feel pretty to myself before other people. I wanted to take some time for myself, take a day off from the renovations of the bar, allow myself to relax. After all, my flat was clean, there was nothing that I could do to pass the time, except for care for myself. And for a while, I felt like I was neglecting this form of self care.

In a hair dye stained towel from my younger days, I sat on the end of my bed, staring at myself in the mirror. For the first time in a very long time, I could focus on me, and I didn't really know how to go about it. Where was I supposed to start?

Before I could even think about it, my doorbell rang.

I panicked. Frantically, I threw whatever pyjamas I could find from under my bed and scrambled to the front door.

'Are you Constance?' A food delivery man asked, looking slightly concerned that I was out of breath from running in practically a cardboard box shaped room.

'Um... Yes, I am. But I haven't ordered anything-' I stuttered. But before I could finish my sentence, the man just left a bag of mystery food on my doorstep and left. I watched in slight shock as he walked down the hallway and disappeared into the elevator. Confused, I took the bag inside and shut the door. Inside, was a box of food from a restaurant I didn't recognise, and a letter.

Connie, I hope you enjoy some lunch. This is my favourite at the moment. Have a good day, Virgil.

From what I could tell, the box had some sort of teriyaki salmon with rice and salad. It smelt incredible. Alongside this was a smaller, secondary box, containing some mini dutch pancakes, dusted with icing sugar. I was honestly surprised. Part of me did expect to never hear from Virgil again. Turning my back to get a fork, I anticipated the food to mysteriously disappear. But to my surprise, it was still on my kitchen table. I goofily smiled at the box of food before digging in.

It was around 4pm when I ran out of things to do around the flat, and I found myself laying on my bed, staring at the letter, smiling after reading every word. My phone vibrated and my heart jumped into my throat.

'Hey Connie, I hope you enjoyed your lunch. What would you like for dinner?'

I blushed a little, the fact he took time out of his day to ensure I had eaten. It was so heart warming. Quickly, I typed out a response:

'Hey Virgil, it was lovely thank you. It was very kind of you. And I'm not sure! Whatever is easiest for you!'

I smiled at my phone once I saw him instantly typing back, but my stomach sank when I saw his reply.

'Sure, see you in 15.'

Fuck.

Immediately, I sprung up, pulling out a box of miscellaneous electrical items. Digging through, I pulled out a curling iron I got as a birthday present from my dad, scruffily sectioned my hair and got to work. I at least wanted to look presentable.

My luck seemed to prevail. After I finished brushing out my last curl, the doorbell rang. I immediately felt butterflies. Fluffing my hair with my hands as I walked to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly sweaty Virgil with the biggest smile on his face.