precious- timothée chalamet

chapter six

"YOU PAID FOR A FOUR DOLLAR ICE cream cone, and you think that's a big flex?" Eve snorted once they left her favorite ice cream parlor. In one hand she still had Timmy's hand resting comfortably, and in the other she had a chocolate ice cream cone. "My, my, the acting world can be stingy!"

Timmy snorted and looked over his shoulder to see the redhead licking the ice cream cone with a grin, "I have to admit, this is really good for the four bucks. So thank you, Timmy."

"Of course." He replied. Sadly, he had to let go of her hand to have some of his ice cream which he got in a cup. They found a spot against a closed store that they could sit in the window perch, watching the cars go by as they enjoyed their night together. Timmy took a bite of the vanilla and oreo ice cream he chose and sighed, "Yeah, this is really good."

Eve nodded, "You should always listen to my food reviews, Timmy, I'm an expert."

"I'm sure."

She smacked his arm lightly and continued eating her ice cream cone as she watched the taxis weave through the New York City traffic. It was all a bright blur that night. "Would you ever want to leave New York?" Eve asked him.

His head turned to look at her, the lights making him look even prettier than normal. "I don't know. Sometimes I wish I could go far away and find a beautiful spot to have a family, other times I think it'd be really cool to remain here." He pursed his lips as he thought more, Eve's thoughts racing HE'S SO PRETTY RIGHT NOW I WOULD LIKE TO KISS THIS MAN! "It depends on my mood." Timmy ended it, bringing Eve's attention back from her mind to his eyes. "What about you?"

"I think it'd be cool to have a big apartment somewhere near New York, just close enough that you could visit whenever and just far enough away you don't deal with the traffic." The redhead explained, now getting to the cone part of her ice cream cone she bit it, then continued to speak while chewing, "I think growing up here was wonderful but also I want my possible future children to see more than I have. They should be exposed to real life as well." She said through mumbled bites, her hand covering her full mouth.

Timmy nodded along, a smile resting on his face as he looked down at his shoes, "Yeah, I think that'd be really nice."

"Do you live on your own, or do you have a roommate?" Eve asked another question. She didn't want their time together to end.

"I live by myself for now." He replied, shrugging. "Don't really like it though, sometimes I need someone there to distract me from my thoughts."

She cocked her head, "Do you live nearby?"

"Yeah, near Fifth and Sixth-Fifth." Timothèe stated, pointing in the general direction. "You?"

"I live on Seventy-Seventh. We're on complete opposite sides of Central Park." Eve laughed.

"Maybe we can meet up more... Since you're so close."

Eve felt terrified once her eyes met his and she smiled at him, a gentle one, "I'd love to do this more often."

He grinned back at her, a smile that overtook his whole face, "We should do this more often." He quickly finished his ice cream and stood up, holding both hands out for the girl to take. "Come on, Eve, I don't want this night to end."

Her heart skipped a beat as he pulled her up, holding her carefully to make sure she didn't fall. She smiled in relief at the boy and followed him down the street, their hands clasped together like it was normal.

Timothèe honestly didn't know where he was taking Eve, he just genuinely didn't want the night to end. They walked down the street together in a comfortable silence and he grinned to himself, realizing how lucky he was to have Eve back in his life. She was always there for him in high school when all of his other friends were busy, and he worried sometimes he may have come off as a dick during their teenage years together, but looking back he enjoyed his time with Eve. Looking at the way Eve has flourished into what she always wanted to be made Timothèe so proud, he knew how important it was for her to be apart of the New York art world.