Charade | Five Hargreeves

2 | Anna

The bell of the restaurant rang once he entered inside, wearing his usual suit and tie as he was greeted by the staff. He was guided further inside and stopped at a specific table and was met by a lady's back, sitting alone. Her hair was styled in an updo neatly, paired with a few simple pieces of jewelry while wearing a black tweed outfit.

"Miss...Anna?" he asked and walked in front of her to see her face as they finally saw each other. His eyes widened and everything seemed to slow down, his heart beating rapidly which have never occurred unless he was drunk. Is this reality? Is he dreaming? Is it really her or he was just hallucinating? There was so much he wanted to say that was clueless about which one to say first. His tongue seemed to be tied, his body frozen and couldn't move, and his eyes never blinked nor his gaze averted. He was solely focused on her.

Oh, how he missed her. Every nook, shape, and features were all the same. She was still mesmerizing and heavenly, making him fall in love all over again. As if that was possible. She noticed the silence consuming her as he continued looking at her, making her stand up, "Mr. Hargreeves? Five Hargreeves, oui?" she asked.

It took a few seconds for him to come back to reality as he blinked, "Uhm... Yes. You are Anna?" he answered and she nodded, "Yes. Please, sit." she instructed as they both sat in front of each other. Five continued looking at her with those soft eyes, "You don't have to pretend, Y/N. It's just me. But how?" he asked in confusion.

"What do you mean?" she frowned and he scoffed, "Come on, love. It's been years. Do you even know how long I was looking for you? How much I missed you?" he said in a desperate tone. "I'm not sure what you mean, sir." she cleared, making him roll his eyes and cross his arms.

"Fine, I'll play. What is your full name then?" he faked a smile yet her eyes only looked down before answering, "Mr. Hargreeves, I am only here because of business matters and I don't like wasting time with someone who cannot take business seriously." she said in a soft and authoritative tone that made his smile fade.

"Alright, alright. My apologies, Miss Anna." he said immediately and sat properly, a small silence occurring once again as he took the chance to look at her from top to bottom, secretly hiding his amusement and how she still managed to be more beautiful than the last time, silently commending her sense of fashion.

"Dior?"
"Chanel."
"Of course."

The waiters interrupted their moment as they both received the menus except his eyes never leaving hers, watching how she read the menu and took her order. He was too busy admiring every feature that he copied her order, just so they could be alone once again. It was the first time in years that he felt contentment.

"So, Joon said that you are in need of help. May I ask what it is?" she asked which made him sigh, "You know that feeling when you feel like reality isn't real? Like..." he began to explain but he was lost by how she was looking at him. "Like...?" she asked and he cleared his throat, "Like, none of this is real. Like, we're in a simulation being run by the elites. It's like we don't belong in this timeline." he continued and she nodded, "Like we don't belong in this reality?" she asked and he immediately nodded.

She was the only one who could understand how his mind worked.

"Exactly. And now I'm stuck finding answers-" he added until he stopped speaking once he saw her lit a cigarette out of nowhere, watching her take a puff like a natural that made him stare at her lips as she blew the smoke out. She noticed how his mouth went agape while staring at her, "What?" she asked and he quickly cleared his throat and straightened his pants.

"You smoke?" he asked while she took another puff, "I can't?" she asked and he shook his head before looking down. She smirked once she witnessed her flushed expression, losing his confidence. She grabbed something from her purse and wrote something on a small piece of paper, sliding it on the table.