Timothee.

chapter three. adele.

Friday morning I knew I would've had to wake up early to say goodbye to all of my family members. It felt good to say goodbye, to release a burden taking up your entire apartment.
I walked down the hallway and into the living room to say goodbye, kissing cheeks; even the scratchy ones.
My mother had scrunched up her nose every time a kiss had landed too close to the edge of her mouth. It was adorable. Dad was quick to close the door after the last family member headed out and leaned his back against it.

"I'm so relieved... I thought they'd never leave!" He scratched the back of his bald head and walked over to the couch sitting down on it to scroll through TV channels. Mom sighed with her arms crossed, her lips were pressed tightly together as she watched dad in disappointment.

I walked back into my room closing the door behind me and suddenly threw myself on the bed to go on my phone. Surely enough, no text. The last text between us had been 'Goodnight :)'. It was from him. I giggled to myself making up fantasies of what the rest of his face would look like. If it was ugly, I didn't care. He seemed like a genuinely interesting person.

Every time I thought about his eyes or the way he said my name, the french way; butterflies erupted in my stomach like a butterfly storm. I guess you could call it a gut feeling. A good one.

Timothée
Coffee??

My eyelashes fluttered a few times making sure that the message I had seen was correct and not a figment of my imagination. My stomach had dropped and all I was thinking was, is this a fucking date? Would I actually get to see what the rest of his face looked like?
Rising up from my bed I pacedthe floor back to back thinking of what he could possibly mean. Coffee? Like... does he want to get coffee with me? Obviously. But... in a romantic way? My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe correctly.

My mom, who had been passing my room to get to hers got a glimpse of me pacing and decided to peak through the cracked door. "Adele? What are you doing?" I stopped in my tracks to look at her. Her hands were busy holding a laundry hamper and her eyes were filled with so much worry. She probably never thought she would give birth to such an odd child.

"I think I'm going on a date?" I was confused about it as well. It sounded more like a question than it did a statement. "Well are you or not?" My mom asked sitting on the edge of my bed. The sun was hitting her dark skin like she was her own sky. She really was. As I looked down to examine her body language, she was picking at her nails nervously. I ignored it.

"Well... the boy texted me and asked if I wanted to get coffee. I'm not sure what he really meant by that."

My mom hummed and with a slight chuckle, rolled her eyes. "Adele... don't be so dramatic," She spoke as she picked at the skin around her nails, "it's only a date. You have nothing to worry about."

I sighed and looked down at my lap with distress. I've never been on a date. Not in all of the 19 years of my life. Never. I didn't even know if 'coffee?' even meant a date. Maybe it's just two friends getting coffee. Regardless, I was going.

After a while of my mother looking at me with pity filling up her eyes like she would sob any second, she rubbed my back softly and proceeded to leave with her laundry basket. I couldn't think about what was going on with her, but she was acting weird.

I got dressed and brushed my hair back into a low bun.

Timothée
??

Oh shit, I had forgotten to text him back. I quickly picked my phone up and texted him back.

Me
Yes, coffee. :) Where?

I walked out into the living room sitting next to my father to put my shoes on. He took one glimpse at me and laughed to himself with his eyes still on the TV. "What's so funny?" I asked with a small smile tying my shoe laces. My hair fell in front of my face when I did it. I cursed under my breath. "You're so stressed out! Don't worry Adele it's just a date."
I didn't understand why everybody was so calm about it. Boys are terrifying.

"Yeah whatever... Just a date."