Timothee.

chapter seven. adele.

Panic. Terror. Anxiety.
Three things I was feeling while I was getting ready to go out with Timothée. Had my mom and dad not been so protective over their wine collection I probably would've stole a bottle. That's how nervous I was.

I didn't know what to wear and Timothée was on his way... just fucking perfect. To top things off I was just plain ugly, and it was a bad hair day for me. I stared at my hair in the mirror trying to figure out what to do with it, then a knock was at my bathroom door. "Who is it?" Mom walked in gracefully with a small smile on her face standing behind me. "Are you panicking, Adele?"
Her hands rested on my shoulders gently from behind and we looked at each other through the mirror. "Yes, I am."
"Well I know just what to do."

My mother took my handy-dandy hair brush and carefully combed through my hair. In minutes my hair was in a neat braid. "Well why didn't I think of that?" I groaned and then turned to look up at her. My entire face just screamed She's in distress!

"Everything will be okay Adele. I promise."

Back in my room, I picked out the shortest dress I could find which was all black and spaghetti strapped. It was November but I could always put on a coat. After putting on the dress I once again stole my mother's trench coat, drowned myself in Marc Jacobs and put shoes on.

Timothée
He.y am outtside

Typo? I shrugged it off.

Me
On my way!

I buttoned my coat up and was out of the door. After that, everything felt slow. In that moment everything felt a little doubtful, it didn't feel real. I was hesitant now. I barely knew this guy. I didn't even know what his face looked like and here I was panicking.
He was sitting in the back of the taxi with his head rested back on the seat and I got in the back to sit next to him. As soon as I closed the door the taxi was off.

"What's wrong Timothée?" He moved his head back down and glanced over at me from underneath his eyebrows, the scarf was on tight. "Had a bit too much wine i'm so sorry— what can I say I'm just a fucking fool." His hand moved up to rub his forehead and then he rested his head back on the seat.

"What? What are you talking about... you're not a fool it's fine. Just— don't say stuff like that." I gulped nervously and looked ahead as the taxi driver made a right turn, "So where are we going?"
"Look. I said I had too much wine can you just give me a minute so my headache can go away?"
"What the fuck Timothée? What's your problem?"

My heart pounded and my throat dried up thinking about how I could've handled that differently. He was silent and the driver glanced back at us but back at the road again. Shit. I had probably ruined anything romantic that would've happened between us. I wouldn't have been surprised if he would turn around and take me right back home.
He licked his lips and sighed his hand still covering his eyes. "I'm sorry..." He whispered and crossed his arms over his chest, "I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just a little drunk right now and to be honest? I don't know about all of this."

There it was, my stomach dropped. "Don't know about all of this? What— what do you mean? I'm confused."
"I just... think this is weird. You barely know me and I barely know you. You don't even know how I look, and if you did well I already know what you'd do." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat picking at my hangnails secretly in my lap. "No... you don't. Why are you being so weird about this? I thought everything was okay?" Timothée let out a huff. He was frustrated. The taxi driver pulled up and we had arrived at a restaurant. It was fancy.

"Thanks." He gave the man his money and we both walked up to the door. "Timothée, if you don't want me here just tell me and I'll go home..." My eyes welled up with tears as I looked away at the road. My first date and I was already being rejected. I never knew I was that repulsive.
"No... no Adele. Stop I didn't mean to hurt—"
"Well you did. It doesn't matter if you meant to do it or you didn't. You can't just lead me on like this!" Heads turned and I lowered my own hoping people wouldn't see me acting out of character.

It was silent between us. He was staring at me and I stared at him biting the inside of my cheek nervously. "So what do you want me to do?" I asked him. At this point I was frustrated.

His phone rang, "Oh shit just... just wait one second. Please?" He held his phone up in the air, "Please. Just one second?" He walked away answering it. He said a girls name.

I turned around and began to walk to the subway station.