Timothee.

chapter five. timothée.

I believe the first thing that made me change my mind about her was the way she intertwined her fingers as she got nervous. I thought it was the most fucking adorable thing i've ever seen. Yet I still found myself thinking of ways to not fall for her. I refused to let this become some type of cheesy romantic thing.

"Yeah I live alone..." Every time I finished speaking I would take a sip of my coffee until there was nothing left. I was so awkward in my own body around her but it was only because I barely knew her. "It's thanksgiving break I assume? Are you doing anything tonight?"

Her eyes lit up when I asked and I chuckled in response. Whether she knew it or not she was hilarious. I wanted to take her out, after all I didn't have anything to do that night and maybe I could reveal myself to her? No. But it would've been a fun night.

"I'm not doing anything tonight. Why? I have break for about 4 more days..." She scratched the back of her neck, "There are a few clubs around here actually, if that's what you were thinking."
God you could just tell she was a college student. "That's not what a night out for me typically consists of when I'm on vacation."

She tilted her head. Fuck now she's going to ask questions. "Vacation? From work?" I nodded.
"Yeah... I am 24."
"24?!"
"Yeah..." I chuckled and furrowed my eyebrows, "what's wrong?"

"Well... clearly you don't just have a job... you have a profession right? You're 24." The employée came back around to ask if we wanted anything else. I asked her for some more cappuccinos and she collected the mugs walking back to behind the counter. I looked back at Adele with a smile that she couldn't see.

Maybe she was too young and immature. Maybe we really weren't on the same level at all and anything that would come out of this would crash and burn. She stared at me inquisitively with a smile on her face.
"Yeah— I'm an artist. I paint." I lied.

It came to me in a sudden wave, though. I figured if I didn't have to show her my face I could create an entirely new persona. It was fucked up, yeah. Really fucked up. To lie to a girl I don't even know, but it felt relieving.

I took a glance outside and saw that the sky was entirely grey and the clouds were swollen. "Looks like it's going to rain," I grinned, "I love the rain."
She scowled, "Yeah but you cant enjoy it with a scarf on your face."
"Touché."

We both finished our coffees and I paid for the both of them even as she refused to let me multiple times; I still did. She stood up before I could help her out of her chair and we both walked out of the café together. Our shoulders kept brushing against each other and I could feel her thinking about it each time.

"Where do you want to go?" She asked me, turning her head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of what might be exposed by my falling black scarf. "Hm... Well..." I checked my watch and flicked my eyes back up at hers, "i was thinking about taking you out later tonight."

I had a lot of experiences with clubs and the number one reason I didn't want to take her out to one is because two things would happen.

1. My scarf would eventually come off.
2. My scarf would eventually come off.

I wasn't risking that just to go to a club. I could actually take her somewhere nice where I could hear her speak, see her facial expressions and overall just be there with her.
The smirk on her face when I told her I would take her out later was suggestive and I don't even think she understood that it was.

"Don't ask where I'm taking you, just get dressed in something nice and give me your address... alright?"
"Fine." She stuck around for a bit still staring at me trying to work out my face. I knew she wouldn't get over it, which made it harder.

And I had to admit it. Maybe I was starting to like her a little bit.