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Reborn From Ashes

Summary; Two lost souls find each other. Will they become the cure that they were looking for? Will they help each other or walk away?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Genre: Romance. There will be smut in the future ;))  Slow burn!

Warnings: None. 

TAG LIST IS OPEN! Guys thank you for the support :)) <33

Chapter 4

The Next Day

Y/N finally woke up from her sleep, suprisingly she slept like a baby, and she was energetic. She went out to get groceries because she had a man to impress with her cooking skills.

When she got back she cleaned the house and started to cook. It has been months since she cooked like this, she was busy with creamy chicken and gnocchi soup when she received a text.

Tom: Would you like me to bring wine, darling?

‘‘Why is he keep calling me darling?’‘ she never thought a simple text could make her smile but there she was grinning like a little girl.

Y/N: That would be great. :)

She panicked, it’s been a while since she served dinner so what if she makes a mess and blows it? 

‘‘Are you sure about this?’‘ the voices in her head appeared, ‘‘Does he even care bout your effort?’‘ she took a deep breath to calm herself, 

‘‘I am a big girl. I got this.’‘ When she was done with the soup she cooked lighter chicken parmesan, her mother thought her that recipe. The smell of the food brought back her childhood memories, she was looking outside of her kitchen window and watching the snow. Instead of going out and play she used to watch her mother cook. 

She took a warm shower, and picked a scarlet winter dress. It was showing a little bit of cleavage. She dressed up and texted Tom the directions and played a soft music from her old gramaphone. Her grandmother gave her the gramaphone before she passed away.

Y/N wandered inside her home to see if something was wrong, everything was perfect. She received another text.

Tom: I’ll be at your place in 10 min.

She quickly prepared the table in the living room, she heared a soft knock on herwhen she was done with the table. She looked at herself on the mirror before answering the door.

Tom was standing there like a mighty Greek god. He had a white sweater with black pants and his signature grey boots. He was holding a bottle of expensive wine and a boquet of red roses which matched her winter dress.

‘‘Welcome to my humble home Tom.’‘ he smiled at her sentence, it became their inside joke. She took the wine and the boquet ‘‘Thank you.’‘ she said shyly and put the roses in a vase in the living room.

‘‘Aren’t you giving me an apartment tour?’‘ he asked. All of a sudden she felt like she wasn’t enough, her home was too little and cheap compared to his. 

‘‘Y- yeah sure.’‘ she murmured and Tom understood that something was wrong, ‘‘Can I see your work room? I’m dying to see your paintings.’‘ it was true. He really wanted to see them but he also wanted to make her comfortable, even the mention of painting brought light to her Y/E/C eyes, and he was pleased to see it.

After walking the -not so long- hall she opened a door and hit the lights. ‘’This was the guest room but I have no guests to stay so I turned it into a work place.’’ she explained. Tom walked inside, the walls were covered with paintings, there was a stool in front of a canvas and there was a table which had paint tubes, brushes etc.

He slowly examined the paintings, his hands were in his pockets and he felt like he was at a museum of renaissance art. 

‘‘What do you think?’‘ she was curious to know the answer but also too afraid because her work was the only thing that kept her going no matter what.

He turned his ocean eyes to her, ‘’Stunning. Absolutely and unquestionably.’’ his eyes were fixed on her.

‘‘Is he talking about the paintings or... me?’‘ she thought. Her cheeks heated at his compliment, ‘’T- thank you.’’ Tom smiled sincerely, ‘’I mean it.’’ he said. She was looking at the ground, ‘’Can we go back to my living room before I die of shyness?!’’ they laughed and went inside.

He smelled the air, ‘’Delicious! Shall we eat?’’

Tom was pouring the wine and Y/N was serving the food when she noticed a band-aid on his thumb. ‘’What happened to your thumb?’’ she had a strong guess. ‘’Nothing. I’m fine.’’ she gently held his thumb and traced it with her finger, ‘’It happened beacuse of me, right?’’ she felt the guilt again.

‘‘Y/N-’‘ Tom held her hands, her hands were lost in his. ‘‘It wasn’t your fault. After you left I picked up the pieces and cut my thumb. It was an accident.’‘ he smiled kindly.

‘‘Why does he have to be perfect?’‘

They continued to eat, and talked about their day.

When they were done they settled on the couch, ‘’I want to play a game.’’ she said grinning. ‘’Oh no! You are smiling like a she devil.’’ he giggled.

‘‘Two thruths and a lie Hiddleston. The one who can’t find the lie will have to drink. Are you in?’‘ Tom thought carefully for a second, ‘‘I’m in. Bring it on darling.’‘

‘‘Well... I can play piano. I speak 3 languages and I can’t swim.’‘ she said innocently.

Tom put his long index finger to his thin lips. ‘’The lie is that you cannot swim.’’ he said finally. She pored wine to his cup, ‘’Drink up.’’ He was confused, ‘’What?’’ 

‘‘I can’t play piano Tom.’‘ he sighed exaggeratedly and took a huge sip. ‘‘Wait, what languages you speak?’’

‘‘Other than English I can speak Sindarin, Klingon, and German.’‘ she daid proudly, Tom started to laugh, ‘‘Oh my god! You have to teach me Sindarin. I have been fascinated by elves.’‘

‘‘ Be iest lin, Melethron nin.’‘ she said jokingly but Tom was surprised.

‘‘What does that mean?’‘ he asked. ‘‘As you wish my beloved.’‘ he had the instant red blush on his  porcelain cheeks.

‘‘It sounds notably sensual.’‘ this time Y/N blushed deep  red. ‘‘Yes it does, doesn’t it? Anyways, your turn.’‘ she quickly changed the subject.

‘‘I can play guitar. I can speak in Greek and I don’t have a Netflix account.’‘ 

Y/N was trying to read his well sculpted face.  His chiseled jaw made him look husky and she loved it. ‘’Don’t lie to me Hiddleston you do have a Netflic account.’’

‘‘Wow! Am I that obvious? Or are you good at reading people?’‘ 

She smiled proudly and watched him finish his cup. ‘’I’m good at reading people. I’m impressed that you can speak in Greek. Most people don’t understand the joy of knowing more than one language.’’ Tom’s thoughts were the exact same. 

This game continued untill they finished Y/N’s wine as well. ‘’Oh it’s pretty late.’’ said Tom looking at the clock in the living room. They were a little  tipsy.

‘‘Tom you shouldn’t drive. It’s late and as you can see-’‘ she pointed at the two empty bottles, ‘‘We’ve drank all of them.’‘

‘‘What are you suggesting?’‘ he asked, his speech was slow, his eyes focused on her Y/E/C and his pupils were blown wide. Their knees were brushing lightly when they move and this gave excitement to both of them.

‘‘You can stay here if you want. I don’t want you to drive, it’s too risky and I really don’t want to lose my companion of literature and fine wine.’‘ they giggled.

Tom was deep in thought, he wanted to accept her offer but as being a gentleman he was unsure.

‘‘You are too kind Y/N.’‘ he said looking really sad, ‘‘I mean it Tom, please stay here. Tonight.’‘ she shocked herself, when did she became this bold?

He sighed heavily and got up -almost falling down- he was afraid. Afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he stayed. It was obvious that she was a fragile state in her life and he didn’t want to hurt her. 

‘‘I can’t do this. I don’t want to break the trust which is still bonding between us. She probably considers me as a friend anyway.’‘ He thought sadly.

He called a cab. ‘’Are you sure?’’ she asked, ‘’Yes. I don’t want to cause you any trouble.’’ he said without meeting her eyes.

They were at the doorstep, ‘’Thank you for the flowers and the wine.’’ she said smiling bright but he could see the shimmer of sadness. ‘’I should be the one to thank you darling, the dinner was fantastic.’’ Y/N was able to impress Tom by her cooking skills, she mentally high-fived herself.

The cab driver arrived, they looked at each other, both of them had milion things to say but for some reason they were holding everything inside. The coldness or the snow didn’t matter to them. Tom slowly leaned in, Y/N closed her eyes. He gently kissed her cheek, it all happened in five seconds but to Y/N it felt like eternity bliss. She felt his ginger blond beard brushing on her cheek and it tingled her sensetive skin. Tom definitely did that on purpose. His fingers traced the place where he kissed, ‘’Good night darling.’’ she had to swallow to speak clearly, ‘’Good night Tom.’’

She closed the door with a huge grin

After she did the dishes she went to the bathroom and smiled widely, it seemed that Tom forgot his watch while washing his hands. She texted him.

Y/N: Tom, you forgot your watch. *she sent a picture of her wearing the watch on her wrist and smiling*

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Reborn From Ashes

Summary; Two lost souls find each other. Will they become the cure that they were looking for? Will they help each other or walk away?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Genre: Romance. There will be smut in the future ;))  Slow burn!

Warnings: None. 

TAG LIST IS OPEN! Guys thank you for the support :)) <33

Chapter 3

The car ride was silent but it was comfortable. 

‘‘Welcome to my humble home.’‘ they entered, she could smell his cologne everywhere. His home, furnitures were masculine.

‘‘Would you like to drink something?’‘ he asked, ‘‘Yes please.’‘ 

‘‘Wine?’‘ he asked again while walking to kitchen ‘‘Perfect choice.’‘ she settled on the cozy couch while he was at kitchen. 

‘‘Why is he so... familiar?’‘ she thought to herself. He appeared with two glasses and a wine bottle. ‘‘You have a lovely home Tom.’‘ he was pouring the wine, ‘‘Thank you darling.’‘

‘‘Darling? Well, it sounds nice.’‘      ‘’Do you want to see my little library?’‘ her eyes lit up ‘‘God yes!’‘ he extended his hand ‘‘Take my hand and I shall lead you to my kingdom.’‘ she giggled and took his hand. They went upstairs and he opened a door.

The room was filled with wall to wall books, and a study table. ‘’Wow Hiddleston!’’ they were still holding each others’ hand, ‘’I hope I impressed you.’’ he smiled like a little boy ‘’Yes, I am impressed.’’ she walked to the books ‘’This is my office and also my library.’’ papers on his brown table caught her attention, ‘’Wait, is that a script of a play?’’ he got nervous, ‘’Yes but I haven’t decided yet.’’ and something in her brain clicked. ‘’Oh my God! I knew it. You are that Loki dude.’’ he chuckled, ‘’So you know my job?’’ she was having hard time looking at him, ‘’I had this feeling like I somehow knew who you were but now I figured it out.’’

‘‘I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.’‘ he was genuienly concerned, ‘‘No, not at all.’‘ he smiled, ‘‘Well, this Loki dude will be giving you a book.’‘ she giggled. He got close to her and grabbed a book from her left side, they were so close she felt like she couldn’t breath.

‘‘Did he do that on purpose?’‘     ‘’Here. Have you read this before?’‘

‘‘Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald’’

‘‘Yes but it’s been years.’‘ she was holding the book on her chest, ‘‘Alright then, read it in a week and we will discuss it... together.’‘ they were still close and her back was pressed to the book shelf. If she moved close to him just for few inches their lips could touch and the idea of it sent shivers down her spine.

‘‘How can I inform you when I’m finished?’‘ he had this handsome grin on his face, ‘‘Miss Y/L/N, are you trying to get my number?’‘ she blushed deep red. ‘‘I can’t be smooth as you Hiddleston!’‘ Y/N playfully hit his shoulder. 

After exchanging numbers they went back to the living room. They kept drinking and talking, Y/N learned about Tom’s family but when it came to her family she gave minimum information and changed the sunject. Tom wasn’t stupid, he knew something was wrong but aslo didn’t want to push her. 

‘‘So why are you single? I’m pretty sure a young beautiful lady such as yourself has a lot of men at her doorstep, waiting to be the one.’‘ he finally asked, she blushed again. 

Y/N paused for a second, ‘’I had someone in my life but our relationship got... dark and I had to leave. I don’t want anything like that happen again. That’s why I deny the gentlemen at my doorstep.’’ 

‘‘I revealed too much. God why did I do that?!’‘

‘‘He hurt you, didn’t he?’‘ Tom’s expression was serious but his voice was so soft. ‘‘Yes, can we talk something else please?’‘

They talked about his job and Y/N’s job as well. He seemed amazed by her talent and complimented her many times. ‘’I would love to see your work.’’ he finally said, ‘’Maybe one day I will invite you to my place Tom.’’ she winked childishly and they laughed together. ‘’But now I have to go. I have projects to start.’’ Tom was having so much fun talking to her and he didn’t want her to leave bu he said nothing. She could see the disappointment in his beautiful eyes, ‘’Don’t worry love, I will be back if you allow me.’’ he smiled, ‘’You are always welcome.’’ she helped him with glasses but something happened.

She accidentlayy dropped one of the wine glasses, ‘’I’m so sorry Tom.’’ she sinked to her knees to pick the pieces and Tom came to help her but her memories were triggered again.

‘‘I’m so sorry please don’t hurt me.’‘ and with that they locked eyes. Tom was in shock, he knew that he had to be careful so he swallowed and spoke calmly; ‘‘Y/N, I would never hurt you.’‘ he tried to touch her shoulder but unfortunately she flinched, her hands were shaking.

‘‘Y/N, I don’t know what happened to you but I have some opinions. I can assure you that in my presence no one can hurt you.’‘ he slowly extended his palm and she touched it like bruised child learning to trust again. He held her hand gently and placed a warm kiss. ‘‘I have to go.’‘ Was all she could say and she quickly left his place.

When she got back to her home she cried for an hour. She knew that Tom would never hurt her but she didn’t know how to trust someone after what happened.

‘‘I better work.’‘

While painting, her mind was crazy, thinking about Tom and how she left. She had to apologies, Y/N picked up her phone and texted him.

Y/N: Hi Tom it’s Y/N. I just wanted to apologies I shouldn’t have run away like that. I’m so sorry for breaking the glass. Please don’t be mad at me.

After minutes of hesitation she finally hit the send button and she kept herself busy with painting.

Tom was reading the script when his phone vibrated. After Y/N left he cleaned the floor and cut his finger but other than that he was fine. He didn’t mind a little bit of blood, all he was interested in was to show her that it is okey to have flaws. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and when his phone vibrated he realized that he was reading the same page for an hour.

Tom: Hi Y/N. Please don’t be sorry about the glass, it was nothing. I break things all the time at my house. I am NOT mad at you, I can never be mad at a lovely, innocent woman.

She was painting a cat when she received the text, she couldn’t help but smile.

‘‘A lovely, innocent woman...’‘

Y/N: Thank you for everything Tom.

she soon received another text.

Tom: If you fell sorry maybe you can make it up to my by cooking dinner. *wink*

She blushed, there was no harm of showing her cooking skills off.

Y/N: Tomorrow at 8. Don’t be late. I will send you the address. *smile*

TAG LIST; @just-the-hiddles @beananacake @nonsensicalobsessions

Reborn From Ashes

Summary; Two lost souls find each other. Will they become the cure that they were looking for? Will they help each other or walk away?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Genre: Romance. There will be smut in the future ;))

Warnings: Panick but sweet at the end ;)

TAG LIST IS OPEN! Guys thank you for the support :)) <33 

Chapter 2

Young girl shut sher door, she was out of breath because she was angry and decided to walk to her home. Y/N rested her forehead on the door, after few seconds and deep breaths she managed to calm herself.

She sat on her chair, she was tired. Well, even the slightest interaction drained her energy these days. She walked to her little kitchen and prepared a sandwich she needed to start a new project so she put the plate on the tray and walked to her office a.k.a guest room that she turned into an office. She sat on the stool and looked at the empty canvas. A client wanted her to paint a landscape full of flowers so she grabbed her brushes and started to paint.

She realized it was morning when the light shades of orange entered her office, she worked all night and finally finished the painting. She will be paid generously because her client was a rich woman. As usual she noticed that she forget to eat, whenever Y/N was painting she became immune to the outside world. She took an apple from the fridge and walked to her living room. She remembered the notebook and decided to write, the problem was the notebook wasn’t in her bag, she panicked. ‘’Where is it?!’’ she looked everywhere but it was nowhere to be found, she remembered the Café. It was too early to go there so decided to wait, ‘’I will go there and ask the waitress, I’m pretty sure they took it to keep it safe.’’ she talked to herself. 

The deamons in her head started to talk; ‘’What if it was lost?’’

‘‘What if the man you argued took it?’‘

‘‘If it’s the man that means he read what was written, he will think that you are troubled, crazy girl.’‘

She remembered the man, especially his eyes. Eyes like blue stars burning...

She took a hot shower to calm her nerves. Throughout the day she did many things to not deal with the deamons in her head. When the time came she got dressed and went out.

The same feelings surrounded her when she entered the Café. Wamth, sincerity, she felt safe. The same seat was unoccupied so Y/N sat there.

‘‘Ready to order?’‘ the same lovely waitress smiled at her. ‘‘Hi, I... I lost my notebook. I think I left it here.. yesterday. Have you found something like that?’‘     ‘‘No, but I will ask my boss for you.’‘ Y/N ordered a nice tea and a cake.

After few minutes waitress came back, ‘’I’m so sorry Madam but no one found a notebook here.’’ her face fell, ‘’Thank you.’’ she started to panick again, ‘’No! No! This cannot be happening.’’ 

She did that breathing technique to calm down. Y/N took a huge sip from her tea, and watching the snow falling on the street brought smile to her face. She had a pencil so she started to draw something on a napkin, she busy with drawing that’s why she didn’t realize who entered the Café.

‘‘May I sit?’‘ the same British accent filled her ears, Y/N looked up to meet his blue eyes, it was him. ‘‘O- of course.’‘ 

‘‘It is nice to see you here because... I-’‘ he was having trouble speaking, like a child who did something bad and he couldn’t bring himself to look at her, ‘‘Do you have my notebook?’‘ she asked frankly.

‘‘Y- yes. But please don’t get me wrong. I noticed that you left it on the table so I took it to give you back. I, for some reason knew that you would be here... again.’‘ Y/N’S cheeks were heated out of embarrassment ‘‘Can I have it back?’‘

It was on his black coat’s pocket, ‘’Here.’’ she looked at it for a few seconds, scared to open. ‘’Did you read it?’’ and this time his cheeks turned into a light shade of pink, the same colour when she mix red and white paint together.

She smiled like she didn’t care, ‘’It’s okay. I didn’t even write more than three pages.’’  he exhaled the breath he was holding. ‘’Who is Mrs.Smith?’’ and a cold silence fell on the table.

‘‘She is my... psychologist, therapist call it whatever you want. She gave me this to write because I’m not very talkative person.’‘ 

‘‘Oh, I’m so sorry if I overstepped boundaries.’‘ she rolled her eyes, ‘‘Mister, you waltzed on my boundaries yesterday.’‘ he looked like hurt but also amused, ‘’But it’s okay. May I have your name strange man?’’ she could see the shining stars in his blue eyes. ‘’Where are my manners, my name is Tom. Tom Hiddleston.’’      he extended his big hand, ‘’May I have the name of the woman that I waltzed on her boundaries?’’ she couldn’t help but giggle, his name did sound familiar.

‘’My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you Tom.’’ they geld each other’s hands more than few seconds, the waitress came so they had to pull back.

‘’Y/N, Y/N, Y/N a lovely name for a lovely lady. Can I bold and ask you something?’’  she was playing with her cake, ‘’Yes?’’

‘‘As you know I’ve read your journal, so why did you think that I would hate you?’‘ Tom at first didn’t want to read the journal but than curiosity got the best of him and he found himself on his couch, sipping his tea and reading it. He felt really bad for reading it but the darkness which the words carried distracted him. His first question was; ‘‘Why does she hate herself so much?’‘ but he couldn’t ask that, it would be rude.

She kept playing with the cake, Y/N wasn’t a skinny girl but she realized that she was losing weight on a unhealthy way so she tried to finish her cake but failed.

‘‘Well... sometimes I can be hard to deal with.’‘ she tried to avoid his gaze but his aura was too strong. 

For a split second he thought he saw the broken girl in her Y/E/C eyes but she knew how to act happy and fine so she smiled, ‘’Tom, your face tells me that you have more than one question so ask away.’’ her tea got cold but she didn’t mind.

He was surprised, ‘’You don’t have to answer my questions if you don’t want to. I would feel terrible if I hurt you.’’ 

Hurt. Many people hurt her throughout the years but she didn’t say a word, she wasn’t a fighter. The only, reasonable thing she did was to move away and never see them again.

‘‘You can consider this as our first date Tom. Go on, ask.’‘

‘’Date? What the fuck am I talking about?!’’ she sometimes had this habit of not filtering her words. 

‘‘Ehehehe.’‘ the sound of his laughter made her smile sincerely. He noticed the drawing of a snowflake, ‘‘Wow! Did you draw this?’‘ his childish excitement made her chuckle, ‘‘Yes, I’m a painter. It’s my profession.’‘

Tom looked like he was impressed, he fixed his curly hair. He had a straight jaw  line that could cut someone’s finger if touched. 

‘’He is gorgeous.’’     

‘‘I must apologies for my behaviour yesterday. I didn’t want to scare you away, in fact I quite enjoyed our conversation about Stefan Zweig.’‘ his voice was soothing, ‘‘You really don’t have to apologies, I shouldn’t have ran away like that. I also did enjoyed our talk. It isn’t every day that I can talk about books with a man.’‘ he smiled, she could see the little wrinkles around his eyes, it was cute.

‘‘Pardon me but I have to ask, you said it is our ‘’first date’‘ so that means you are... single?’‘ 

‘‘Yes. Do I look like a girl whou would cheat on her man?’‘ she said jokingly. ‘‘No, the opposite, you look loyal... maybe too loyal.’‘ and with that her memories were triggerd. Her eyes were focused on his blue eyes but it was like she wasn’t there. Tom was gone and replaced by her ex abusive fiance, shouting at her and blaming her. ‘‘Y/N? Y/N?’‘ she came to her senses.

‘‘She is hiding her true feelings, but why?’‘ thought Tom. 

The hours went by without even realizing, they shared funny stories, talked about everything and for once in a long time Y/N felt comfortable.

Tom came up with an idea, ‘’We obviously love reading, let’s share our favorite books to each other. After reading them we can share our thoughts. How does that sound?’’  Y/N hesitated for a second, ‘’Mr.Hiddleston, are you trying to invite me to your house?’’ Tom became shy, ‘’Am I that obvious?’’ she laughed. ‘’No, I’m just smart.’’ she thought about his kind and creative offer, ‘’You know what, let’s go!’’

Tom first couldn’t believe it, ‘’R- really?’’ his ocean eyes lit up. ‘’Yes, shall we leave before I lose my interest?’’ 

TAG LIST; @just-the-hiddles @beananacake @nonsensicalobsessions

Reborn From Ashes

Summary; Two lost souls find each other. Will they become the cure that they were looking for? Will they help each other or walk away?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Mental problems. A bit dark. Reader has a temper girll calm down :D

Tag list is open!

Chapter 1 

‘‘And how does that make you feel?’‘ Mrs. Smith, Y/N’s psychologist asked her a question but at the moment she was interested in the plants Mrs. Smith had in her office. ‘‘You should water your plants more often Mrs. Smith.’‘ the woman sighed, ‘‘Y/N, we have been having these sessions for weeks now. If you cannot open yourself up to me than I can’t help you.’‘ Y/N was playing with her fingers, they were cold because London was cold. It was December after all, ‘‘Nothing.’‘ she murmured.

‘‘Sorry?’‘ she finally looked at Mrs. Smith, ‘‘As you can tell I can’t feel anything anymore.’‘ and the alarm was heared. 

‘‘Once again we have come to an end, before you leave take these.’‘ Mrs.Smith put a notebook and a pencil on her table, ‘‘Why?’‘ Y/N was confused. ‘‘Since you can’t open up I thought you should write your feelings or anything you do daily. And your first task is to go to a public place and socialize.’‘ she took the iteams, ‘’I trust you Y/N. Have a good day.’’

It has been a week and Y/N was too tired to go out. She was a painter so she spent nights to finish her projects. She used to paint for the passion of art but now she was painting to pay her rent and bills. She was living a modest life, her house was little but it was enough for her and landlady was kind to Y/N. She moved there two years ago, after escaping from her abusive fiance. 

It was cold outside, and snowy so she had long, black boots and black pants. Her dark green sweater was comfy, she put on her white scarf and white beanie. She packed her things and left her house reluctantly.

Y/N travelled for a little bit but the snow was unbearable so she tahnkfully found a nice Café.

She was welcomed by the warmth and the smell of coffee, even though she didn’t drink coffee too much she always enjoyed the smell. She found a seat next to the big window which was facing outside.

‘‘What can I get for you?’‘ a lovely waitress smiled, ‘‘Can I have chamomile tea and chocolate chip cookie, thak you.’‘ waitress left and she settled down, started to take notes; 

‘’Mrs.Smith, a week ago you gave me a task and I’m trying to complete it. I’m at a nice Café. I’m watching people laugh, smile and hold their loved ones close. The truth is no one needs me here, aren’t we all just insignificant beings who think that the world is built for them? This makes me disgusted.’’

She was enjoying her tea when that lovely waitress approached to her table, she had that apologetic smile on her bright face. ‘’So sorry to interrupt you Madam but as you can see we are packed and our regular customer is here. If it is okey for you can he sit here with you, but of course if you want to be left alone-’’

Y/N was a waitress once and she knew how stressful it can be, ‘’It’s okey.’’ Y/N cut her off, ‘’He can sit with me.’’ and she took few notes; 

‘‘Well Mrs.Smith, someone has to sit with me. Poor lad. He doesn’t know what he is doing, he is going to hate me.’‘

A tall man with black glasses and a serious expression came to her table, ‘’May I sit?’’ his husky voice was filled with the famous British accent. ‘’Of course, please.’’ she made a hand gesture for him to sit. She kept writing when the waitress took his order.

‘‘Is that a journal?’‘ the man smiled and she could see his white theet. ‘‘Yes.’‘ Y/N didn’t want to talk so she cut it short and turned her gaze outside, she really wasn’t in the mood of engaging a conversation but she also didn’t want to be rude. She put her Y/H/C strand of hair behind her ear, thanks to the curiousty in humans’ nature she was looking at him every five seconds. He was reading ‘‘Brief einer Unbekannten by Stefan Zweig.’‘  Y/N read that book before, when she stopped looking at the book’s cover they locked eyes. His blue eyes were captivating, ‘’I assume you read it before?’’ she dropped her pencil on the table, ‘’Yes, I’ve read it before.’’ even though she was giving him cold and short answers he was smiling politely. ‘’You liked it?’’ she got nervous it’s been a while since she talked to men so she started to play with the pencil. ‘’Yes but the idea of a woman falling deeply in love with a man who she didn’t even spend enough time with is bizarre. Of course it’s fiction so anything is possible.’’ 

Probably because of the Café’s warm environment she had this strange feeling, like she could open up to this man before her and talk for hours.

‘‘So you don’t support the idea of someone falling deeply in love?’‘ 

‘‘It’s nonlogical to me. I don’t know if you read Zweig’s other books but he always deals with profound human emotians and it is too much for me.’‘ 

The man infront of her ruffled with his curly, blonde-ish ginger hair and beard, ‘’Miss, people can fall in love deeply and they can love someone with profound feelings. How is this nonlogical? Love is something that you can’t find in logic.’’ he cleared his throat kindly,  ‘’ My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.’’ she rolled her eyes, ‘’Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.’’ his blue eyes shined with excitement. 

Y/N crossed her arms and leaned back on her chair, the man also did the same, he was watching her every move with his icy blue eyes. He had those famous european faces that would distract any woman. She could feel the tension between them.

‘‘I don’t have to explain myself to you Sir!’‘ she immediately grabbed her things and thrown them into her bag, in the meanwhile the blue eyed man was apologising and trying to explain her that he made a mistake but Y/N wasn’t listening. She left the Café without looking back, if she looked back she could’ve realized that she left the notebook that Mrs.Smith gave her a week ago.