Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Marry You pt. 6

"I thought I made myself clear last night," You say evenly. You slowly sit and drop your voice so that people seated near you won't be able to hear you. "I'm engaged. I'm busy, gotta go."

"Y/N wait, don't hang up." he pauses and you move to put the phone down but you return it to your ear. "Look, I know I shouldn't be doing this but I feel like I owe you an explanation."

"You don't owe me anything. It's in the past. It's been years." He sighs. "I know you don't want to see me, shit--I could tell by the way you avoided me all night...everything I told you that night is true. Even though I knew you were intentionally ignoring me I was still planning on trying to talk to you. I'd been trying to think of what to say all night. When I saw you head out on to the balcony I thought there would be a good place for us to talk."

"You can jus--" he cuts you off gently.

"I know, I shouldn't have called you at work but this was the only way I could reach you. Look, I just want you go give me a chance to explain myself. After that if you want me to stop trying to contact you, so be it."

"What could you possibly want to tell me?" you say under your breath.

"Several things," he replies. You feel your cheeks redden.

"Fine. Tomorrow on my lunch break, you'll have twenty minutes."

"Thank you. Bye Y/N." The line goes dead and you carefully set it down on it's set. Just as you did before the call, you head out to the lobby then outside side to take your lunch break.

The following day you repeat the routine but as your lunch time approaches, you notice that you are looking for busy work to do just so that you can have an excuse to work through lunch. Your lunch time arrives and you reluctantly make your way out into the lobby. You pull the sheet of paper with Bruno's number on it dial it as you step outside and head to your car.

"Y/N," Bruno says in a surprised tone.

"Yeah, where should we meet?"

"I'll text you the address, I'm heading there now." Bruno sends you address and you go there to see that it's a little coffee house. Not a chain, not to big and not too small. You walk inside to find your usual coffee house set up: long counter with coffee machines behind it and a places to sit. There's a comforting mixture of wooden tables and chairs and older couches and arm chairs. You enter to see that here is a terrace out back the seems to have more seating. You hear your name. You recognize the voice immediately and turn it's direction. He's dressed in a red and navy color block top with a yellow collar buttoned all the way up, matching navy trousers and a fresh pair of Air Force 1s that appear fresh out of the box. He nods you over to the counter and orders his coffee.

"At this time, how is this place not packed?" You wonder aloud as you glance at your watch.

"There's a Starbucks around the corner," Bruno replies. "People low-key forgot about this spot when it opened."

You order yours right after and when you names are called, you collect them Bruno nods toward the terrace. You follow him to and see that the terrace is more of a sun-room with, just as you thought: more seating. He gestures toward one of the tables and gestures for your to sit before he does. You have a sip of your coffee then look at him. He looks just as you remember him from a few nights ago. He's wearing his hair the same way as before, natural curls up to and shaved back and sides. The facial hair that surprised you upon looking at him seems to have grown normal the more and more you look at him. He's hand some, there's no way you could tell yourself he wasn't. A more chiseled jawline has replaced his thicker, less defined one that you remember. You noticed he lost weight when you saw him at the event but, seeing him up close like this seems to have made it more apparent. He removes his aviators and sets them on the table in front of his coffee up.