Sunday afternoon sunshine is unparalleled throughout the week, it holds the promises of endless peace.
Theresa hunts the streets of the financial district for a yummy bagel. The trendy cafe she spots across Coleson's & Sons law firm seems like it will satisfy her cravings.
'Petit Choses' is renown for their bagels, associate gossip and hot waiters. She's only particularly interested in two of these.
The smell of wafers envelops her the moment she steps in, an airy and breathy space, Therese can only wish they had a sister location in the Washington Heights. To be fair, if she had daily access to this variety of bagels her scale might tip drastically away from its current mark. She not really sure May's clients would fully –
"Why, hello."
With a sharp glance up, Therese encounters the last person she expected to be working on a Sunday afternoon, in the financial district.
His twinkling eyes are nothing short of mischievous, "can I do anything for you?" He leans in as if to convey a secret. "We don't sell anything here of the variety Stephan provides you with..." A wink.
Her blush is nothing short of phenomenal.
His laugh, she wishes could light up her day, every-day. Jake in a navy blue apron, hair strands blond with the afternoon sun, looks forbidden enough that he should be banned. Certainly from her late-night thoughts at least.
"But, um, so you work here?"
"You couldn't deduce?" It's almost like he has a penchant for embarrassing her, cueing in the rosy blush. "Sorry, I meant to say yes."
"Aham."
"I only work weekends here in fact."
"Oh. You're busy during the week, right?"
"Yep. Weekends are the only time I get to do networking."
"Huh?"
"You see how this place is across the street from Coleson's?" His body, close to hers as he leans in to say this, gives her a weird sort of fluttering. She really must be hungry now. "I work here to catch out any potential lawyers or associate to fraternise with."
"Over coffee?"
"You never know."
If it weren't for the clock chiming four o'clock, Theresa might have stayed there indefinitely. But alas, she's got a friend waiting for her at the ferry and he's got a growing line of customers behind her.
"Before you leave, just to be sure, when are you going to see Stephan at the flat again?"
"That's up to Stephan."
"You know, I approve of you with him." Not what he meant to say. At all.
Not what she wanted to hear. At all.
Her tight-lipped smile should be answer enough to him.
As if his comment weren't enough, his mouth can't shut. "He can be tricky sometimes, especially when it comes to women, but on the whole, he's a –"
"I really have to go, Jake."
With promises of seeing each other again soon, two warm bagels and an elusive smile, Theresa steps out back into New York's much-Instagrammed streets.
↬ A U T H O R ' S N O T E ↫
Why can't people who like each other read their minds at one point in time only to find that IMPORTANT piece of information out?
*necessary measures*
also, love this chapter <333
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