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You checked yourself one more time in the window of the building before going up to the party room. Your slim fit black dress hung off your shoulder giving a casual yet formal look. It was a party for a family friend celebrating a business thing, something or another, you didn’t really know. You just knew you had to show your face so your mother wouldn’t give you that look of disappointment for Sunday dinner. The look that said, you know how close we are to them and you should show your support. The down side to this is you knew you were probably gonna be the youngest person there.
An hour. One hour and you’re gone. You said this to yourself ten times as you rode the elevator up.
You walked into the party area upstairs and it was just as you thought. A hundred or so people, mostly in their 40s and 50s, some older, dressed in cocktail attire mingling with one another, champagne and mixed drinks in hand. You plastered a smile across your face as your mother pulled you into a hug. You talked and were introduced to a handful of people. You hear your name and turn. As you saw your aunt walking towards you with a smile, but you see something that catches your eyes more.
A young man stood near the staircase, burgundy button down with black slacks. Short, dark curls fell over his forehead and the jawline he had could cut glass. His lips were wonderfully full and his eyes seemed to change color as you watched him look you up and down. He looked quite familiar to you but didn’t want to stare til you figured it out.
You turned your attention back to your aunt and was instantly dragged into her conversation. Not long into the conversation your aunt looked behind her and then took your hand and dragged you towards the stairs.
“Y/N, this is Timothee.” She blurted as she came to a stop in front of the young man you’d just seen.
You immediately recognized the man at that moment. In fact you couldn’t believe it took you this long to realize who he was.
“You two are the youngest here and probably have more in common with one another than anyone else.” Your aunt went on. “Maybe you can keep eachother company so you aren;t bored to death by old people talking.” You have a giggle at your aunt. “Timothee this is Y/N.”
“Very nice to meet you.” He extends his hand.
“I know how these things can be so I figure you can keep one another company.” Your aunt said before walking away.
“Nice to meet you too.” You tell him, shaking his hand, slightly embarrassed by your aunt. “Sorry for my aunt. She means well.”
“It’s okay.” Timothee smiled brightly.. “So, you’re in the same boat?”
“Same boat?”
“Awkward small talk with people who have no idea how an Apple watch works.”
You gave a laugh. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“Well, hopefully us millennials can keep eachother company for a while.” His smile was so intoxicating. “Would you like a glass of champagne?” He offers as the waiter walks by. He politely grabs two flutes of the pretty, bubbly drink and hands you one.
“Thank you.” You accept with a soft smile, taking a quick sip. “So, Timothee, how long have you been here, trudging through elder small talk?”
“About an hour. I will say thank God you’re here. Because I was getting tired of hearing these people talk about their grandkids.” He said, taking a sip of his champagne.
“I’ve been here less than thirty minutes and I’ve been asked seven times when I’m going to give my parents grandchildren.”
“I got that one already several times, too.” He gestured with his hands. “I saw you when you walked in. You were instantly pulled into conversation.”
“Oh, did you?” You glanced down.
“Just like I saw you noticing me staring at you.” He added with a smirk.
Your cheeks turned pink. “Kinda hard not to notice the only other person in the room that is under thirty.” You kept telling yourself to stay calm. You were demanding it from yourself!
“How did you get dragged here, tonight?”
“My dad is one of the newer partners here. He recently got promoted.”
“Really?!” Timothee sounded impressed. “My dad is one of the CEOs. Your dad must have really impressed him.”
“Oh, a CEOs kid. I better be on my best behavior.” You jested gaining another gorgeous smile. “I should have put that together in my head. Chalamet.” You give a small head shake.
“So, you did recognize me.” He said with a nod.
“Kinda hard not to. You’re kinda in everything.”
Timothee gave a soft chuckle. “That’s fair.”
“You seem disappointed I know your work.” You commented, noticing his sudden change in expression.
“No, not disappointed.” He looked up at you.
“You’re just waiting for the fangirl moment and selfies?”You raised a brow. “I mean if you need me to stroke your ego you just have to say so.” You pretended to go for your phone.
Timothee laughed. “I’m sorry.” He softened. “I’m just not used to people treating me normal anymore. Not this generation, anyway.”
“I mean, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a fan. You did portray a handful of my favorite fictional characters.” He gave a soft laugh and his cheeks tinted red. “Are you blushing?!”
“No!” He answered quickly. “Maybe. I’m not good with compliments.”
“I can tell.”
Three hours and you were still standing there talking to Timothee. A handful of others approached the two of you and struck up small talk, but it always ended back with you and him talking about the most random things. The two of you had ended up on the balcony at some point, away from the noise and others. You were actually surprised how at ease and comfortable you were with him. Sure, you were admirable of his work and how great he was, but you were more astonished at the way he was toward you. He was kind and so attentive and was he…flirting?
“Would you like another?” He asks, gesturing to your empty champagne flute.
“Trying to get me drunk?” You say, handing him the glass.
“No, of course not.” He tells you, placing the empty flutes on the tray and grabbing two full ones before letting the door shut behind him. “I wouldn’t want your boyfriend to get upset. You’re sitting here drinking champagne with another man.”
“That’s your way of asking if I’m seeing anyone?” You raise your brows. “That move is older than you.”
Timothee laughed with a head shake. “Cut me a little slack here. I don’t do this that often. I don’t want to step on any toes here.”
“You could just be upfront about it.” You had no idea why you were doing what you were doing, but you went with it. “Like, for instance, do you have a girlfriend or are talking to anyone right now?”
“I’m not.” He answers and you get a rush of excitement through your body. “Are you?”
“I’m not.”
“So what would you say to me walking you home?”
“I say why the hell not.” You stood downing the last of your champagne.
Timothee did the same, you said your goodbyes left. In the elevator you reached in your bag, pulling out a pair of sneakers. Timothee gave you a questioning look.
“What?” You asked while balancing yourself on the wall of the elevator. “You didn’t really think I walked here in these heels?”
“Smart girl. “He grinned at you.
When you got to your apartment you pulled out your keys and looked over at Timothee. “I had a good time tonight. Especially considering I only planned to stay an hour.”
“Five hours later.” Timothee said with another radiating grin. “I didn’t expect to enjoy myself as much as I did.” He scratched the back of his head. “I was wondering if maybe I could take you out for dinner? Or a drink? Or- or coffee? Your choice.” The nervous chuckle he let out made your heart thud in your chest.
“I’d like that.” You watched his face brighten even more, if that is even possible.
“Whatever you’d like.” He tells you, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Just type in your number.” You took the phone from him and typed in your number.
“Don’t go and stand me up, pretty boy.”
“Not planning it.” He grins then leans in, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Talk to you soon.”
You have no idea where your boldness came from tonight, but as he backed away you reached a hand, grabbing the front of his shirt, pulling him to you. You brought your face to his lips inches away. Looking in his eyes, you gave a gentle smirk before pressing your lips to his. It was soft, unrushed as his lips slotted perfectly with yours.
You backed away and opened your eyes to look at him. A smile spread across his lips just before he reached his hand behind your neck pulling you into another kiss. Your lips parted for him on their own. His lips moved with yours in a perfect motion. He didn’t shove his tongue in your mouth like a desperate lustfull act of need. No. He was gentle. There was a longing in his kiss. A want for something more than just physical satisfaction.
His hands rested carefully on your neck, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. You didn’t even know when you tangled your hands into his short curls. Curls that were soft, so soft, softer than you’d thought they would be. You looked up at him in pure amazement. Amazement at how tender this man was all around.
“See you tomorrow.” He said, still holding on to you. “I’ll pick you up at seven.” He took a step back.
“Seven’s good.” You agree breathlessly.
Timothee knelt down and picked up your keys, handing them to you. “You drop these.”
You gave a giggle and took them, unlocking the door. “Good night Timothee.”