Nostalgia 𖹭 Joost Klein x Reader

𖹭 two 𖹭

you wish he remembers you.

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Third Person Pov:

You rummage through a small tub that contains all your shoes, pushing aside scuffed sneakers and well-worn flats in search of something a bit nicer. Today wasn't just any day—it was lunch with Femke, a friend you had met through work. Femke was one of the few people who made the long hours at the coffee shop feel lighter, her quick wit and easy laughter always a welcome relief. You wanted to look nice, to match the effortlessness that she seemed to carry with her wherever she went.

Finally, you found them—your favourite pair of ankle boots, slightly worn but still polished enough to make you feel put together. You slipped them on, the familiar feel of the leather around your feet giving you a boost of confidence. A quick glance at the clock told you it was time to go, but not before a spritz of your favourite perfume. The floral scent filled the room, a soft, comforting cloud that made you smile.

You grabbed your bag, making sure you had everything you needed, then double-checked the lock on your apartment door. The satisfying click reassured you that everything was secure. As you stepped out into the hallway, you felt a flutter of excitement. It had been a while since you'd taken the time to enjoy something as simple as lunch with a friend.

The sun was bright but not too harsh as you walked down the block, the cool breeze carrying the scent of fresh coffee and pastries from the local cafés. The neighbourhood was alive with activity—people chatting on the sidewalk, children laughing as they chased each other down the street. It was a short walk to the café where you and Femke had agreed to meet, one of those cozy spots with outdoor seating and the perfect mix of sunlight and shade.

As you approached, you spotted Femke already seated at a table by the window, her face lighting up as she caught sight of you. She waved, her smile wide and warm, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness as you quickened your pace.

The moment you reached the table, Femke stood up, arms already outstretched. She pulled you into a tight hug, the kind that feels like coming home after a long day. "It's so good to see you." she said, her voice soft but filled with genuine warmth. You hugged her back just as tightly, savouring the comfort of her embrace. It wasn't often that you got to slow down and enjoy moments like this, and you made a mental note to appreciate it fully.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were still smiling. "You look great." Femke said, her eyes sparkling as she took in your outfit.

"Thanks! You too." you replied, meaning it. Femke always had a way of looking effortlessly stylish, and today was no exception.

The two of you sat down, and almost immediately, the server brought over menus. You each took one, leaning in close as you perused the options. The menu was full of tempting choices—sandwiches with fresh, crusty bread, salads bursting with colour, and of course, an array of decadent desserts.

"So, what's caught your eye?" Femke asked, glancing up at you over the top of her menu.

"I'm torn." you admitted, eyes scanning the options again. "That goat cheese salad sounds amazing, but then there's the club sandwich... What about you?"

"Definitely the goat cheese salad." Femke said with a nod. "I've had it before, and it's incredible. But then again, the quiche looks pretty tempting, too."

You both laughed, the kind of easy, shared laughter that comes from knowing someone well. "Decisions, decisions." you said, grinning.

As you both debated the merits of each dish, the conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving in and out of the menu choices and into the small, everyday details of your lives. Femke told you about a new project she was excited about at work, her enthusiasm contagious. You shared a funny story from your last shift at the coffee shop, one that had both of you giggling like schoolgirls.