Take Flight

The Brad Pitt Factor

You take off the white cropped out tank top you were wearing for literally five seconds and throw it on your bed. You grab an orange cropped short-sleeved shirt and put it on, before taking it off with the same expression of dissatisfaction on your face. You don't know what to wear. What are you even supposed to wear on a date with a superstar ?

"What the fuck. What are you even thinking Y/N. It's not a date. You're just giving her her passeport back."

And she's buying you breakfast because you sounded broke as fuck on the phone last night. Awesome.

"Alright, c'mon, it's not a big deal. Just dress up."

You know that from the moment you start talking to yourself, it means you are rather nervous, and why being nervous about eating breakfast ? You didn't even care about Angelina Jolie three days ago, and now she's making you lose your mind over breakfast.

You seize the red mini dress on the bottom left-hand corner of your bed and as you put it on, you notice it's time to go. Otherwise you'd be late, and she told you not to be. Whatever. Red looks good with your tanned asian skin and your black hair, and the shape of the dress shows off your tiny waist. It'll do. You put on your pair of DcMartens, a pair of earrings and a necklace, grab your purse and get into your car, the address already loaded in from last night, after you ruined your last chance of eating a proper meal. You make a mental note to yourself to go grocery shopping after breakfast as you start off the engine.

You finally park in front of the small coffee shop Angelina sent you to. The storefront is painted in an olive green, and the name of the café is written in neat golden letters. Some climbers frame the bay window and gives a chill and fresh look to the place. You can see the inside of the shop a little bit, and you notice it's almost empty, and you can't see Angelina in it.

You take a quick look at your rear view mirror, rearranging your long hair and making sure you have her passport in your handbag, and step out of your car. You look at your reflection once more in the shop window and slightly smile. For once, you think you look good enough. You push the door of the café and hear a small bell ring as you step inside.

It's a one room coffee shop with a bunch of small round tables with some kind of lace detail on them and matching chairs, enhancing the chill look of the store you already saw on the frontage. The decorations are minimalistic but cute and fresh, lots of plants and vintage or old fashioned random objects. You stand in the doorway for a while as you observe the shop, and focused on that you don't hear that the door didn't close, and you're surprised by a voice speaking up from behind you.

"You listened to me. You're not late."

You smile.

"I wouldn't be late for Ms. Jolie."

You turn around to face a glowing Angelina dressed in a replica of that tank top you tossed just an hour ago. She doesn't wear a bra and you can see the shape of her nipples underneath so you try to focus your glaze only on her blue eyes. You don't want to look like that girl.

"I hope it's alright if I feed you today," she says with a warm, smooth voice.

"Who would say no to breakfast, especially after skipping almost a day worth of meals."

She smiles and walk passed you as she goes straight to a table in the back.

"C'mon then."

You follow her and you both sit, facing each other, and gazing at each other. She's the first one to break the silence.

"So. Tell me about you Y/N."

"What do you wanna know ?"

"I don't know... Your... biggest number of days without getting a proper meal ?"

"Clever. One. And it was yesterday."

"Yup. Tell me about that."

You start telling her everything that happened after you left her apartment and now that it's over you both find it pretty funny. As you finish your story, a young blond waitress show up and picks up your orders.

"Oh well. You definitely should've stayed longer. At least you would've eaten."

"Oh no. I just... I couldn't miss my appointment."

"What was it for ?"

"Nothing much, really, but I hate to miss my appointments or to postpone them. Or to be late."

She smirks.

"Yeah I saw that."

Our orders come in and she digs in her strawberry cream cake. She looks cute, almost like a kid with her eyes shining in front of the sugar.

"By the way you still have something that's mine."

"Oh ! Yeah, sorry."

You grab your purse, find the passport and hand it to Angelina. She seizes it, open it quickly and put it in her back pocket.

"Again I'm sorry, I really didn't pay attention."

"It's alright," she laughs, "I get it. And I get to eat some amazing cake with some amazing company so. All good for me."

You suddenly feel very lucky to be Asian and thanks to that, to not blush.

"By the way, why'd you want us to meet somewhere else than your place ? Is it that messy ?"

"Well... let's say I'm definitely not the type of gay who needs everything to be neat. As cliché as it may sound."

You take a sip of your fresh orange juice and watch her stop chewing on her cake as she slightly smiles, looking straight at you.

"Lesbian girl huh."

She takes another bite of her cake.

"How'd you figure out ?"

"Well... I was nineteen, and my friends and I went out to watch Fight Club at the theater. And like, I already had doubts about me being attracted to men, so when all the girls kept on talking about how hot Brad Pitt looked and I felt nothing, it kinda clicked," you say in a small laugh.

Angelina drops her fork in her plate.

"You're not attracted to Brad Pitt ?"

"No."

"No, but like, really ?"

"I swear I'm not."

"Wow, yeah, you're a lesbian, I am definitely attracted by him, like, c'mon he's hot."

You chuckle.

"You can't understand," you say with a small smile.

"Why not ?"

"How would a straight woman understand another woman who doesn't feel any sexual attraction to Brad Pitt ?"

She puts her fork down again and stares right into your eyes, one of her eyebrows slightly lifted.

"Who told you I was straight ?"

You bite your tongue.

"The Brad Pitt factor ?"

You both laugh.

"I'm not straight. I really am not."

You raise an eyebrow and slowly lick you top lip with the tip of your tongue.

"Prove it."

She stops eating as she thinks and suddenly a big smile appear on her face.

"I am attracted to you. How's that ?"

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hOly cLifFhaNgeRs
also i'm sure y'all freaked out about the title of this chapter hehe but we're in 2002, angelina doesn't know brad huh
also now yk you're an asian girl with a very tiny waist thank me later
plot twist : you're rosé from blackpink
-lou~

ps : obvsly the plot twist is a lie guys ;-;