Finn Wolfhard Imagines

38 - infatuated

Finn thought he was living the easy life. Stealing, or rather pickpocketing, off others through an open crowd. We've seen it happen in the movies too. The thief would accidentally bump into a random looking person and apologize immediately. The person would say 'that's okay' and let it go or others would make it a bit more difficult and try to pick a fight before the thief is able to leave.

Then Finn met you...

You were just another one of his victims in the midst of the thousand others. Bumping into you like it's his routine and you fall to the ground from the impact.

"Miss, are you okay?" He asks and helps you up from the ground. You grab a lock of hair and tuck it behind your ear, locking eye contact before giving him a genuine smile.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

You take into account the shock on his face and the light shade of pink overtaking his pale cheeks. Since locking eyes he could not help but stare, he had not seen such beauty as yours and was immediately infatuated with you.

"Sir, are you feeling okay there?"

He closes his eyes and looks down at his feet, shaking his head slightly, telling himself to 'knock it off'. His throat clears and makes eye contact with you again, "excuse me," embarrassed, he swiftly moves past you without taking anything and disappears into the crowd.

***

Getting a grip on reality a sudden lightness in his pockets hit him. He pats it and a sudden panic rises to his throat and begins to pat all over his body but did not meet the familiar shape of his wallet. He inhales from frustration and an image of you flashes past his mind. When he was busy awing over you, you had taken the opportunity to take his wallet and stuff it into your bag. Determined to get his wallet back he had realized he knew nothing of you, only the use of a visual image embedded in his mind.

Every time he was in the same area as you, you'd both head in different directions or miss an obvious opportunity by a step.