barista | timothée chalamet

26.

TIMOTHÉE IS RECEIVING A CALL FROM LUCA.

ANSWER DECLINE

Hello?

Hello Timothée?

Hello Luca.

Timmy why didn't you
tell me you had a serious
girlfriend?

What do you mean? I post
about her all the time.

Timothée, you know I
don't get on social media.
You have to tell me these
things. I'm like your father.

Anyways. Bring her back.

What?

Bring her to Italy, imbécile.

Moi imbécile?

Oui! Anyways. I better see
her in Italy next week.

Merci, Luca!

Of course, Timothée. You
are family. And your family
is my family. Treat her well
you do?

I try my very best.

Good, son. We treat our
women as equals with
respect and care.

Oui!

I will see you very soon
Timothée.

Very soon, Luca.

CALL ENDED

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Timothée said he had big news for me, so he insisted on taking me out to a fancy dinner.

"Where are we going?" I asked entering the taxi.

"Marea!" He exclaimed.

Marea was one of the most expensive Italian restaurants in the city. I had only been there once. My grandpa took me before he passed away.

They always have a fancy orchestra playing. I loved orchestras. I played the cello since I was 7. I never played anymore, although I would easily be able to pick it up again if I tried.

We arrived at Marea, and a hostess escorted us to a seat across from the orchestra. "Enjoy your visit," She welcomed us.

Enjoy your visit. I thought. Not Enjoy your food or even have a nice meal.

The orchestra was playing a piece by Antonio Vivaldi. Italian composer. One of my favorites actual. Timothée couldn't have done this right?

"I love Vivaldi."

"I know," He replied.

I smiled down and my lap, and then at the boy sitting across from me who was in that very moment glowing. He shimmered like an angel. He was my angel.  He was all mine.

"Chérie, I have something to talk to you about," He placed his hand on top of mine across the table.

"Yes?" I questioned anxiously.

I could see many things going on in his mind. I wasn't sure what, but there was a lot going on up there. He had endless beautiful thoughts going on in his brain.

"Do you want to come back to Italy with me?"

I was in shock. I couldn't believe what had just been said. Between the Vivaldi, our touch, his presence, everything was so right.

I realized I hadn't answered his question. "I do."

"You-you do? Thank god!"

"Did you think I would say no?" I giggled.

He lifted my hand and placed a kiss on the top of it. "I wasn't sure if you would want to leave your job and friends."

"Oh yeah I kinda forgot about my job," I laughed. "Guess I'll have to quit." I shrugged my shoulders.

Honestly, I didn't forget about my friends. Would the be mad at me? Would the be happy? Excited? Pissed?

In that moment, it was him and I. Timothée, me, and Italy. Nothing else mattered. Love making in the beautiful city of Italy. Making love every night with my person. Eating delicious Italian food. Seeing the production. Spending time with the Hammers. Everything was just so right.

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