𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᪥ 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀́𝐋𝐄𝐙

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍

Lara scrolled mindlessly through Instagram, liking random posts and watching random stories. As usual, the rumours of her and Pedri didn't stop, although they had calmed down since there were no recent sightings or interactions of the two. However by no means did people lose interest, in fact it was quite the opposite.

But she didn't care, she never cared for rumours. They meant nothing to her because that's all they ever were. Rumours.

She raised her head when she heard the doorbell ring. The intercom didn't ring so she guessed it was one of her neighbours.

She didn't even look through the peephole before opening the door. But when she did, she wish she had. But also at the same time she was ecstatic.

There stood Pedri, a black t-shirt clad to his chest and white trousers. Someone must have styled him because no way he picked such a good outfit all by himself.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him.

He moved his hands from behind his back and she couldn't help but smile slightly at the bouquet of white tulips wrapped in brown paper in his hands.

"I'm so sorry, Lari." he said and she smiled, taking his wrist and pulling him closer to her, closing the door at the same time.

She took the flowers from him and immediately hugged him. He melted under her touch, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning his head on her shoulder, placing a little kiss there beforehand.

Both their stomachs flipped at the familiar feeling of the other's arms around them. Their skin burned where it touched with the other's.

"It's okay, I still hate you though." she whispered and he laughed.

"I didn't mean any of it." Pedri said as they backed from each other. "I feel awful, God, you didn't deserve any of that."

"It's okay." she said as they walked to the living room joined with the kitchen. "I know you didn't."

"You're too good for me." Pedri said, sitting on a stool at the kitchen island as Lara took out a vase for the flowers.

"Possibly." she grinned, sending him a look.

"Do you have any plans for next Wednesday?" he asked her and when she looked up to him, he knew that she knew what day next Wednesday was.

"No." she said, trying to stop the stupid smile that threatened to appear on her lips. She absolutely knew where he was going with this. "I don't."

"Then don't make any." he said and she finally allowed that smile to show up. Except he didn't at all think it was stupid, instead it made him smile as well. In his eyes her smile was the most beautiful smile in the whole entire world. And her laugh, God, he could swear that he dreamed about it.

"Okay, I'll keep that day free." she said. "Any times in specific?" she asked, playing along with his game.

"Seven thirty." Pedri said, grinning.

"I hope that's in the evening." she joked and he laughed.

"Nope, the morning." he teased and this time she laughed.

"In that case, I may have to kindly decline." she joked.

"Dammit." he said, kissing his teeth. "What a shame."

"Too bad." she shrugged, laughing as she finally put the flowers into the vase. "You never fail to pick the prettiest flowers."

"Prettiest flowers for the prettiest woman." he said, grinning as he saw a slight rose tint rise to her cheeks.