The Boy With The Glasses ＊ A Peterick AU

four: silence

"Hemingway, buddy where are you." I called, walking me around my apartment trying to find the English bulldog. I walked into the living room, seeing one of the blankets moving in a slow and rhythmic way.

I smiled to myself as I walked over and picked up the corner of the blanket, seeing Hemingway asleep. I put the blanket back on top of him, letting him get his sleep as I got my keys off of the coffee table before walking out of my apartment.

After locking up I walked out of the building and into the cold air. Everyday that passed it would get colder and colder. By now you could see your breath as you exhaled, the small cloud disappearing as it was blown away.

I walked down the sidewalk, almost bumping into a man that was rushing towards the bus stop, a coffee in one hand, and a briefcase in the other. "Sorry!" He called as his shoulder grazed someone else's.

After five minutes of walking I walked into the coffee shop, being met by the smell of coffee beans and fresh baked cakes and muffins. "Good morning Pete, it's cold out, isn't it?" Evelyn chuckled, sliding me my order.

"It's alright, I actually don't mind the cold." I shrugged, reaching for my wallet, but only finding an empty pocket. "Shit," I muttered, searching my other pockets as I heard the bell on the front door ring. "What's wrong?" Evelyn asked, giving me a worried look.

"I don't have my wallet. I must've left it at home." I sighed, giving up on trying to find it. "I can pay for you." A voice spoke from behind me. I jumped from the sudden noise but turned around to see the boy with the glasses.

"What?" I asked, thinking I heard him wrong. "I said I could pay for you." He smiled, getting out his wallet. "No, no. It's okay, you don't have to do that." I said quickly, but he only shook his head. "But I want to."

"Really? You would do that for a stranger? That's so kind of you." I said quietly, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. His smile faltered for a second before it came back. He set a five dollar bill down on the counter as he turned to me. "But there is one thing you have to do for me now."

"Oh? And what's that?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. "Let me sit with you." He smiled cheekily, his grey eyes sparkling from the few rays of sunlight that were pouring in through the big window. "Okay, I'd actually like that." I replied, my lips tugging up in a smile.

The boy smiled at me one last time before he turned to Evelyn, who set a cup of coffee down in front of him before he could even order. "Two creams, and two sugars." She winked, taking the five dollars from earlier and handing him back three cents.

He thanked her and the two of us walked to my table, him sitting across from me. "I've noticed you come here quite a bit, always getting the same thing and sitting in the same seat." He said, his gaze on me.

As I opened my mouth to speak he started talking again. "After saying that out loud I realize how stalker-ish that was. I apologize for that. I just think you're very intriguing." He blushed, a nervous chuckle leaving his mouth.

I blushed as well, feeling the butterflies that were in my stomach go crazy. "Well if we're being honest, I think the same thing about you." I chuckled, giving him a smile to know I meant it.

"That's good to hear. Most people would've called me a creep and walked away." He sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. "Well I'm not like most people." I winked, taking a sip from my own cup. "I can see that."

We sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the two of us taking in each others features. From this distance I could see the way his chest would rise and fall with each breath, or how he would lick his lips every one in a while to make sure they wouldn't get chapped.

"I hate to say this, but I need to go." He said, a small frown on his face. "Just sitting here with you was nice, I would like to do it again." He said, standing up. "How about tomorrow?" I asked, sitting up in my seat. "That sounds perfect." He smiled at me one last time before turning and walking towards the door.

As his hand turned the door knob I stood up. "Wait, you didn't tell me your name." I said, loud enough for him to hear. He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing. "It's Patrick." He said, his voice cracking slightly before he walked out of the shop.