Timothee.

chapter two. timothée.

All I could think about was how cheesy the situation was. I bumped into her, cracked her phone and now I'm accompanying her to a bodega in New York City. How Hallmark could it be?
Of course I wasn't a sucker for cheesy romance and this wasn't doing it for me. I thought I'd just take her. She had seemed friendly enough. My hands were in my coat pockets and so were hers, she seemed determined to get to the bodega and back on time.

"Are you from here?" I turned my head to look at her. I couldn't help but think she was actually quite beautiful without even trying. But that's not what I'm doing here. "Yes," She responded, "unfortunately." I grinned at her remark. She had a crude sense of humor and I liked it. "Oh... happy thanksgiving by the way. I almost forgot," I added and walked in with her to pick up peaches. The lighting inside was dim and the aisles were packed in tight. I watched her pick her peaches, pay, and then we walked out back into the winter cold once again.

"Thank you for the escort..." She chuckled lightly. The way she looked at me was intimate, I could see her trying to figure out what the rest of my face might look like.
"Here... do you want my number? I don't know... Incase you ever want to escort me to another bodega?" Her smile was bright and she batted her eyelashes in a slick way.

Unlike every cheesy story, I wouldn't have been at risk if i moved the scarf from the rest of my face. But it was kind of fun, to have someone not know who I am and still try to flirt with me. Like a normal human exchange and it made me feel something. I didn't feel doubt or anxiety. I just saw her face and the way she looked into my eyes with a romantic nervousness.

"Yes I'd love your number."

We exchanged them and she walked off, right into the cheesy sunset.

Adele.

I turned around and began my journey back to my apartment. I could still kind of smell the scent she left behind when she walked away. It was impossible for me to start liking this girl, it felt like a sin. But it wasn't a sin to think a girl was beautiful.
I caught sight of my apartment building and kept walking toward it, finally taking the scarf off of my face. My cheeks were now a bright red along with the tip of my nose. I entered the building and walked up the flight of stairs to my apartment.

I felt as if I had to hide my identity from Adele. It felt like things could be normal between us if I had done it and there would be no bias in whatever we have. I could be the worst person in the world for all I know but yet... I'm Timothée Chalamet. Although it sounds extremely shitty and conceited to say. It's who the world views me as, and of course there are those people who think there is more to me; because there is. But I don't think it would matter.

I walked in and closed the door behind me, locking it swiftly and made my way immediately into the kitchen. I opened the tap to get some water and walked into my living room to sit. My phone vibrated immediately after. I knew it had to be Adele. I knew she was going to send me a text that had read:

I know who you are Timothée.

I avoided it. Instead I turned on the TV to watch something to take my mind off of the matter. If she knew who I was then I would just not text her back. Make up an excuse like "I have a billion texts coming in and out I'm sorry." No thats shitty. I just had to look at the damn phone.
I unlocked it and made my way over to the message app hitting the unknown number.

Unknown
Hey! :)

Unknown
Oh it's Adele.

I let out a sigh of relief and even had to lock my phone for a minute to let it rest on my chest. I wish she knew the power she had against me. Fuck.

Me
It's Timothée!

Me
How are the peaches?

Adele
I don't like peaches.

Me
Was that an excuse to spend
more time with me then?

Adele
Oh my god haha no,
they're for my family.

I chuckled and locked my phone once again, setting it on my side table. I knew she would eventually see my face, but who said it has to be right now in this very moment? It feels too special to spoil.