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The day I ran into you 3/3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Meet me at the restaurant

(3k words)

I am so excited. I am going to have a real date with Timothée Chalamet, I just can’t believe it! But wait, am I sure this is a date? Maybe he asked me to dinner out of politeness? Or maybe he didn’t know how to finally get rid of me and he panicked?

Uhg, what am I saying, we don’t invite someone to dinner when we want to get rid of them! And we especially don’t kiss their forehead! Actually, I think I’m the one panicking… I am still in the subway on my way home and I am mentally pacing up and down.

When I finally arrive at my apartment, another issue, which appeares to me as an insurmountable problem, come to my mind. What on earth am I going to wear?!? Something stylish or something more casual? The thing is, I don’t know where we’re going, so if he brings me to a fancy restaurant and I’m wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt I will look stupid, but on the other hand, if a wear a nice dress and we’re going to a pizzeria, I will also look stupid. So I am totally lost and it’s not like I could just ask him because I haven’t any way to contact him. Then, the only solution I have is simple, wear something between chic and casual.

And as a problem never comes alone, with the time I lost freaking out in front of my wardrobe it was already 7:10pm, and with his hotel being at least 30 minutes away, it means I have only 15 minutes left to get ready to make sure to get there on time.

Obviously I can’t take a shower in this short time so I take off the clothes I have on (his clothes), I jump in a simple and cute summer wrap black dress with a V neck and a pair of black sandals with small heels. I arrange the few makeup I have on to make a more sophisticated look as fast as I can and finally make a pony tale to hide how messy my hairs are after all that stress and the sweat I got from running everywhere in my apartment.

I check myself in the mirror one last time and lock my door at 7:26pm.

When I get out of my building my phone is indicating 40 minutes to get to his hotel. I am then officially late. I could run of course, but running in summer, and actually no matter the season, equals sweating, and I can’t arrive all sweaty to my date with Timothée Chalamet! So I decide to walk, fast, really fast.

When I arrive on the platform of the subway, I see the train I was supposed to be on leaving in the dark tunnel. Of course, the next one is in 7 minutes. I am so stressed, I’ve always hated to be late, it’s a real source of anxiety, even when it’s for something not really important like meeting friends for example, so right now, knowing what’s at stake for me, I am really harassed. I guess that when he suggested to meet at 8, he didn’t take into account that unlike him, I wasn’t already on site. But it’s okay, he’s gonna wait for me, right?

When I get out of the subway it is already 8:04 and I have still some walking to do to get to the hotel, but because of the heat there I can feel the drop I have on my forehead, so I can’t run anymore, unless I want to arrive like someone who run a marathon (I’m hardly exaggerating)? So I walk calmly, trying to wipe the sweat off my head.

8:11 I’m there, in the lobby, desperately looking for him. When I see him seated on one of the couches near the bar I feel so released. He is wearing an elegant white shirt and a pair of dark blue pants. I then head towards him and when he notices me, I say with my sorriest voice:

- My god, I’m so sorry, I’m late, I’m sorry Timothée, I’m…

- Hey, hey, hey, he says softly touching my agitated arms. It’s okay. (He looks at his watch). It’s only 8:12, you’re not late. You know, I’ve got here just 5 minutes ago so relax.

- Okay, then I’m not that sorry, I smirk.

As an answer he just rolls his eyes with a soft smile.

- So, where are you taking me? I ask.

- You’ll see.

- But…

- You’ll see.

- This is not funny.

- Yes, it is! He says laughing.

I make a face to him as we are going out of the hotel. When I look back ahead of me, I see a black car parked just in front of us with a guy waiting next it. When he sees Timothée, he makes a hand gesture to him.

- This is our car? No subway anymore? I question.

- No, no subway in the evening, it’s not chic!

Timothée opens the back door and says to me with a sort of bow.

- My lady, your carriage is here.

I bow too taking his hand and say:

- Well, dear sir, I am more than delighted.

We both laugh and enter in the car.

During our drive we are both silent and are looking awkwardly at each other every now and then. But after 5 minutes he finally breaks the silence.

- So, as I’m a nice guy I’m gonna give you a clue: water.

- Water?

- Yup.

- uhm… Oh! Water like the Seine water!?

- Exactly! What a little genius!

- Yeah, yeah I know, I say smirking

- Don’t get carried away, my clue was extremely easy.

A few minutes later we finally arrive. Timothée thanks the driver and tell him he will call him back to pick us up.

The restaurant is a wonderful barge in front of the Eiffel Tower. As it is currently the longest days of the year, it’s still pretty luminous outside, so it isn’t illuminated yet.

The exterior walls of the barge are entirely in glass and there is a terrace on the roof.

The restaurant is already pretty crowded and when I see the elegance of the decoration, the furniture, the waiters and even the clients, I understand that it is kind of a luxury restaurant. In that moment I am relieved to have chosen a cute black dress but also embarrassed at the idea of the price this restaurant must cost.

A waiter installs us upstairs at one of the best places of the roof when he hears Timothée’s reservation name. He immediately gives us the menu.

Once we’re alone, I tell him:

- So you’re the kind of guy who can get a reservation in an exclusive restaurant just one hour before?

- Yeah, apparently…

- No seriously, how did you do that, this place is amazing!

- Really, you like it?

- Are you kidding? Obviously I do! I mean, just look around you, I’ve never been in such a restaurant!

- Well, I’m pleased you like it then, he says with a sincere smile.

- But you didn’t answer my question, how did you manage to have a reservation here?

- I guess I can be very persuasive, he answers smirking.

- Timothée, this is a serious question, was it because of who you are?

- Oh, not at all… When I tried to use my name to convince them to let us come, the guy on the phone said: “Who?? I don’t know any Timothée Chamanet”. So, I decided to use some of my connections.

- Timothée “Chamanet”, the guy with the good connections…

- Please don’t call me that way, he says with his hands on his face pretending he’s sad.

We laugh.

- But more seriously, why didn’t you just choose another restaurant?

- Because someone I know highly recommended it to me and I thought it was the perfect occasion!

- You mean, I’m the perfect occasion? I say a little self-conscious.

- Yes, perfect, he says putting his hand on mine.

He’s looking right into my eyes, his beautiful curls a little bit over his. He then starts brushing softly my hand with his thumb and I feel that I am blushing really strongly, so I decide to change the subject.

- So, uhm… we should order, shall we? I say quickly, removing my hand and taking the menu.

- Yes, yes, but you know, you’re really cute when you blush, you shouldn’t be embarrassed, he reply with a gentle voice.

Oh dear! In this moment the only thing I manage to do is to open the menu and hide behind it.

- Who’s hiding now? He says amused.

- This is not funny, I answer still hidden.

- Yeah, you’re right, it’s not funny when your date is hiding from you.

He delicately pushes down the menu I’m holding.

-Date? I ask quietly.

-Yes, if it’s okay with you.

As an answer I offer him my biggest smile.

- Nice! Now let’s see what we have here! He tells taking his menu.

When my eyes lean on the one still in my hands, they open wide seeing the prices.

- Oh my god, Timothée this is so much… you can’t…

He doesn’t let me finish and cut me off.

- I can.

- But…

- I can.

With the tone he uses I understand that I can’t make any protest.

After a few minutes we finally make our decisions and tell the waiter our order. I choose a sole and Timothée take a duck breast fillet.

The whole time we’re waiting for our courses we’re talking about our personal life, like why did I choose to study communications or how shooting he’s first movie was… But I am not really in the conversation as I can’t stop thinking about what he has just said. “Perfection occasion” ; “date” ; his hand on mine… or simply the fact that I just spent the whole afternoon with him and that now we’re at a restaurant. Everything is mixing up in my head and I don’t know what to think of this situation, about the after. Because, I mean, yeah what’s going to happen tomorrow? Will I ever see him again? Or is it just a kind of a one-time thing for him? And anyway, even if it wasn’t a one-time thing and he really liked me, this relationship, whatever it is, is simply not possible! I mean, I live in Paris and him in New York and he travels all around the world a big part of…

- Rachel? … Rachel!?

I suddenly go out of my thoughts.

- Um?

- Are you listening to me?

- Pff, of course I’m listening to you! I reply with an unconvincing air.

- Okay, then, what did I just said?

- … er… you, you said that… er…

- I see. What were you thinking about? Is there something wrong? He asks me with a concerned look.

- Yeah, yeah, sorry, I was just lost in my thoughts.

Luckily for me, I’m saved of this situation by the waiter who bring us our dishes.

- That looks delicious, thank you! Timothée says to the man.

And indeed, that is delicious!

- This is so beautiful!

- What? Are you falling in love with your fillet? I joke.

- Pff, no! The Eiffel Tower!

I turn my head in the direction he is looking, and I see it, the illuminated Eiffel Tower, sparkling as it is probably 9pm, and yes, even if I had been in Paris for a few months now I am still amazed by this beauty. (* the Eiffel Tower sparkles every night at the beginning of each hour for about five minutes until 1 am).

- Yeah, it’s marvelous, I didn’t even notice it was on.

When I look back at him, he is still admiring the tower that is on his side, letting appear his perfect profile accompanied by his renowned jawline. I can see the sparkles reflecting on his eyes and I am melting because of what I am seeing just in front of me.

- Yeah, it’s so so beautiful, I murmur.

We continue to talk about everything and nothing, to laugh and tease each other until the end of our respective dessert.

- Woo! I think I ate for the whole week, I can't swallow anything anymore! I exclaim.

- Come on, we both know in one hour you’ll be hungry again! He says laughing.

- No, na, nao, na… yeah okay you’re right.

We both laugh.

- But seriously, thank again Timothée that was succulent!

- You’re welcome. But you’re the one that should be thanked, because I spent a delightful evening with you, he smiles at me.

I widely smile at him too.

- So, shall we go? He asks.

- Yeah, let’s go!

- Perfect, I’m going to pay, you wait me at the exit?

- Thanks again for that.

- I said it was fine Rachel, you don’t have to thank me every two minutes!

I smile and go towards the stairs and then the exit.

I take my phone to check the time, 9:49pm. I then try to check my face with the front camera but even with the streetlights it is too dark and the quality of my iPhone 6s camera doesn’t help at all. I try to find the spot with most light, but I get interrupted by a voice behind me that makes me jump.

- What are you doing?

- Oh, you scared me Timothée!

- Sorry for that… But seriously, what were those weird movements every which way? He asks laughing

- Hey! Don’t laugh okay! I was just trying to check my face with my front camera…

- You do know there are restrooms with a mirror in the restaurant right? He says pointing a finger over his shoulder in direction of the restaurant.

- err..

- Anyway, you don’t have to worry, you look perfect.

He doesn’t let me react and directly ask me:

- What about a little walk down the quay?

- That sounds nice.

We walk close to each other, silently, under the light of the streetlamps. On our way we cross paths with a couple, a group of young people drinking beers, and even a jogger. God no matter what the time it is, there’s always joggers in this city…

All of a sudden, without any warnings he takes my hand in the most natural way possible, like if we’ve been together for months. The only thing I do at this moment is to look down and let a big smile out.

But then, my smile disappears as I rethink about what I told myself earlier. What’s next? What about tomorrow and all the other days after that? And this time, a waiter isn’t going to save me from that, no, I have to face it and ask him, so I stop and tell him, looking right into his eyes:

- Timothée, what’s next?

- What do you mean what’s next? He asks confused.

- er… you know, this, … us… I mean, what does this afternoon mean to you? I mean, you talked about a date, you now take my hand, but we both know that you don’t live here, so, I just don’t understand what you’re doing… and er… I know that I should just enjoy the wonderful time I’m having with you but now, I don’t know anymore how to act around you and how to react to what you do or say, cause I don’t know… er… what do I mean to you?

He is standing here, in front of me, still and silent, looking in my eyes. Then he gets slowly closer to me, put his right hand on my waist, which makes me froze, and next his left hand on my cheek as he is still getting closer. Our faces are now only separated by a few centimeters, and we are still looking deeply in each other’s eyes until he looks a little bit downer, at my lips I suppose, and smiles softly. My heart is beating so hard, I swear he can probably hear it. He brings his mouth to my ear and says quietly:

- This is what you mean to mean.

As soon as he ends his sentence, he attaches his lips to mine and kisses me deeply. The first three seconds I am still not able to react as the situation seems so unreal to me, but then those butterflies come and I’m starting to relax and kiss him back, placing a hand in his hairs and the other down his back. In that moment I forget everything around me, every preoccupation and doubts I have, I’m just floating in his arms.

When we pull back and end the kiss, we are both smiling like idiots looking at each other with my hands on his shoulders and his hands on my waist. I then see just behind him the most cliché thing ever, the Eiffel Tower sparkling, again, but I love it because I like that kind of romantic but cliché stuff.

- Look! I told him pointing at it.

He turns back.

- Wow, I guess this going to be a habit for us, he says smiling. And for your interrogations about what’s going to happen next, don’t worry… If I remember well, you dream to live in the US and you only have one or two years of college left, right?

- Yeah.

- And until then, I can visit you quite often as I have the money to.

- Yeah, I guess.

- See? We can figure it out. We will figure it out… Because it’s not every day we ran into love.

The End

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The day I ran into you #2/3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Meet me at the show

(3k words)

At this right moment, I can’t help but smile, and as I want to "play it cool" I guess, I’m trying to act like it wasn't one of the best offers I had in my life and I simply answer with a soft smile:

- Sure, I'd love to!

- Great!

- But wait, I've nothing to wear, I can't go to a Paris fashion show like that!

Indeed, I’m wearing the simplest outfit ever, a white tee-shirt, denim shorts and black converses.

- It's not matter don't worry! People dress good only because they want to expose themselves on social media, it's not your intention, right?

- Well, no I guess.

- Good! Come on in, I just need to change my shirt and we're off.

As I enter his room again, he goes to the bathroom to get changed but he doesn’t close the door completely. I can then see him removing his tee-shirt, revealing his beautiful back, but my pretty view didn't last long as he immediately put his bright blue shirt on, before getting out.

- If you're really concerned about your look, you can wear one of my oversized tees as a dress with… um… (he's looking inside his suitcase) this! he hands me a big black belt and a long with tee-shirt.

- Okay, why not, I smile.

- Good, but hurry up, we're really late!

I take his cloths, Timothée Chalamet's cloths OMG, and go in the bathroom to change as quick as possible, but unlike him, I close the door properly.

- Ta daa!!! I say when I get out.

He raises his head as he was tying his shoes and smiles.

- You look beautiful Rachel, actually, I think this tee-shirt look better on you.

- Thank you, I answer blushing.

- Okay let's go! He says as he stood up.

We get out of the room and go down the stairs as fast as we can to join the exit.

- Where is the show?

- Luckily for us, not too far from here, come on, we're gonna take the subway.

- The subway? I ask confused.

- Yes, sorry to disappoint, not every star travel in limo.

- Sorry, that's not what I meant…

- I know, just teasing you.

I roll my eyes and we enter the subway entrance. As I have no idea where we are going, I just follow him.

On the platform, I look around me and am praying that nobody would recognize him, because yes, I was selfish and wanted to keep him for myself as long as I could.

We don't wait long for the train to come and we get inside.

- You can't imagine how much I hate the subway, I explain, and luckily for me, I have the great pleasure to take it every single day.

- I recognize that it's not the most glamorous means of transportation but still, it's really useful.

- Sure, I'm not saying the opposite, but it could be much better if people weren't so… dirty. Oh and if there were less people too because the line that I take every day is the most used. North part of the 13th, a real pleasure to play sardine with strangers…

- Sardines?

- Yes, during rush hours, the coaches are so crowded that it's like we were a giant sardines' tin so tight we are.

- That's a funny comparison, he says smiling. Come on it's our stop.

- Oh, indeed, it wasn't that far. (it was just 3 stations away from the hotel)

- Yes, but we still have some walk to do, (he looks at his watch) and the show is supposed to start in five minutes!

We hurry to find the way out and once upstairs in the street he stops:

- Ready?

- What? I answer.

- Set?

- … I made my most confused face.

- GO! He screams and starts running like a madman.

- Oh dear… I thought out loud.

I take a deep breath and run after him as fast as I can.

We continue like that for about 2 or 3 minutes, but I am totally exhausted as I never do sport, like, NEVER. So I slow down a bit and stop to take my breath back. But when I raise my head up, I realize I can’t see Timothée anymore.

- Fuck! I say loudly.

I am looking everywhere but no trace of a cute curly haired man.

Suddenly someone jumps on me brutally.

- Hey what's wrong? He asks.

I jump from surprise like never and when I snap out of it, I yell at him:

- What's wrong with YOU, you should say, you scared me you little nut.

I am still out of breath at this moment and for him, well he seems fine.

- Running is not your thing huh?

- Everything associated with sport is not my thing.

- Aha I see… Then I guess it's a good thing that we're arrived. Look, it's just across the street.

Indeed, when I looked in the direction he was pointing I saw a crowd of people and a lot of flashes that I didn't even noticed when I was looking everywhere for Timothée just a few seconds ago.

- Yes!! I scream with arms raised, which makes him laugh.

We cross the street and join the rest of the group.

- Woo, right on time! He says satisfied, when we got close to the entrance and the group of people. Luckily for us, fashion shows are always late, so it didn't start yet as there's a lot of people still outside.

The moment we enter in the area where the crowd is, a huge wave of flashes come in our direction or rather, in his direction.

- Timothée! Timothée!

When I realize what is happening, I instantly pull away, as an instinctive reaction I guess.

From the side I can see photographs and paparazzies going mad about who has just arrived.

Timothée poses a little, letting those people doing their job, waves and then looks at me in order to make me understand to come inside.

At the entrance, a simple "she's with me" from him is enough to allowed me to enter.

- Thanks again for letting me come with you, I say.

- No problem, it's a pleasure, he smiles.

- Hey man! What's up? Says a guy arrived from nowhere to Timothée.

- Yo buddy, it's been a while! Good! What about you?

- Fine, hey, come on we got a lot of catch up to do, the boys are over there, he says taking him away without even noticing me.

As he was taken away by his friend, Timothée quickly turns towards me, still walking and says:

- Sorry, um… Explore the place and we'll meet after okay?

The only answer I find is a little thumb up and a weird smile saying "thank you for letting me alone in a place full of people that I don't know at all".

He then mouths "Sorry".

So here I am, all alone, in a giant room full of strangers. As I am absolutely not the type of person that go and start a conversation with unknown people, I decide to do what Timothée suggested me, a visit of the place.

It is a little bit dark, the décor is simple, just some bright neon, blue, yellow and green, and big screens showing workshops and dress designers of the brand.

Once I finish my little tour of the place, I just lean against a wall so as not to be alone in the middle like an idiot.

That's the moment I start to pay attention to people that are here. I observe all this well-dressed people, which makes me very uncomfortable in addition to the fact that I don't know anyone. My eyes end up laying on a young blond woman in the back. As she come closer to talk to someone I realize. Oh my god, it's her.

I immediately run towards Timothée who was laughing with the guy who took him away before and a bunch of others. I pull him backward by his arm without even considering the people he was talking to.

- Did you bring me here because of her? To make her jealous or something? I ask pissed.

- Wait, what? Who? He answers confused.

I make a slight and discreet head move towards her direction. He turns around, examine the place and suddenly opens his eyes wide.

- Shit shit shit! He says looking panicked while trying to hide behind me.

- Okay, my turn: Wait, what? What the fuck are you doing? Why are you hiding?

- I just don't want to see her or her to see me, okay? He whispers, still hiding, or at list trying to hide.

- So… You're not the one who invited her?

- No! Of course not! Why would I do that!?

- I don't know… She's your ex, not a monster… She's your ex, right?

- Yes, Lily's my ex. I already told you, we broke up a few months ago.

- Then, what's the problem?

- Well, we haven't talk since, so it would be very uncomfortable.

- Okay, but I still can't get where's the problem here. A lot of people have exes, and it's not that big of a deal. Or… did you break up in bad terms?

- Um, no… yes… I don't know! He said frustrated. It's complicated. Let's just say that we both wanted to break up: she was playing the "femme fatale" too much for me; I was too immature for her… but in the end, it went wrong and we started screaming and arguing for no reasons… Anyway, I just don't want to see her.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and then said:

- Come on, let's get a seat.

I am really confused about this whole situation. First, I randomly met Timothée Chalamet, after that he brings me to his hotel room, then to a fashion show, and now, Lily-Rose Depp, his ex, shows up. That's way too much for one day.

He leads me to the catwalk and the benches, and we sit in the front row. Apart from these weird circumstances, it's true that as I love fashion and would like to work in this industry later, it's really awesome to end up on the front row of a fashion show in Paris. It's not my first show though. Thanks to my PR teacher, my class has been able to assist to one back in February for the fall/winter fashion week. Even if it was for a small brand that had just starting out, and only eight or ten models had been presented, I really enjoyed this experience.

A few minutes later, still waiting for the show to begin, I notice someone on the opposite benches a little more on the left, looking in my direction, well, in his direction. Lily. I lean towards Timothée and say while looking at her:

- Looks like it's a fail for the operation "I don't want to see her or her to see me".

He raises his eyes in the same direction as mine and as I turn to see his reaction, I can see how muddled he looks. In a way, it reassures me a bit. Timothée raises his arm a little and wave awkwardly at her. The only response he gets from her is a confused look followed by an eyebrow rise. Seeing the whole scene, I wonder: God, how did I get in this?

This situation suddenly stops as the lights go down and the music starts: the show begins.

The firsts models arrive with their incredible looks, only the catwalk is lighted, but we can still see the audience thanks to the light of the numerous phones, because of course, almost everybody is filming or taking pictures. During the whole show I can't help myself but look in her direction and I'm pretty sure she did the same. Regarding Timothée I don't know if looked at Lily as I really tried to stay focus on the show, and well, her obviously…

The show lasted for about 10 minutes and was incredible. After the great applauses for the creator of the brand, full lights were back and everybody stood up and went in direction of the exit or the buffet. Of course I was planning to go to the buffet but I got interrupted:

- Hey, I'm gonna try to find Haider, do you want to come with me?

- Yeah, sure.

Thus, we head for backstage.

He leans towards me and whispers to me:

- Don't worry, I'm sure the buffet will still be here when we'll be back.

I can totally hear the smirk in his voice, so I say with the most innocent voice:

- I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Mmh mmh.

- Stop it! I'm not a glutton if that's what you think! I say pushing me slightly.

- Hey.

When I turn my head in direction of the voice, I immediately lost the smile I had on my face and I just say:

- Um… I let you two talk.

I leave before anyone could answer or protest. I just really don't want to hear their conversation and I guess that I also can't stand by a person as beautiful as Lily-Rose Depp without being extremely uncomfortable.

So I did what I had in mind first, I went to the buffet, and yes, I may actually be a little glutton, sometimes… okay often.

Even if the food is really good I can't stop thinking about what they could be saying. What if they want to have a more serious conversation and just leave without even telling me? Or what If they unexpectedly fall in love again? At this moment I really don't know what to do because if they are indeed gone, I am still in the middle of a private event without anyone knowing who I am, I can get in trouble. I’m starting to freak out.

- I knew you would be here.

I turn back.

- Timothée, thanks god you're not gone! I say with a blow of relief.

- Gone? Why would I be gone?

- I don't know… um… because of…

- Because of Lily?! What! No! of course no! You know it was just a random conversation with the common "Hello, how are you, who is she…" that kind of stuff…

- And what did you say?

He made an interrogative face.

- To the "who is she" question, what did you say?

- Oh, um… I said "A really nice girl I met today" (while saying that he was doing big pompous movements to exaggerate).

I roll my eye.

- So we have to see Haider now before he leaves.

- Yeah, I follow you.

- And, yes, I think you’re a little glutton, he says smiling.

I stick my tongue at him as an answer because in this moment I can't find any excuses.

We went to the backstage and talked, well, Timothée talked to Haider Hackerman for a bit. I was a little set back as I really didn't know what to say and of course my shyness didn't help. I exchanged some word with him tough when Timmy introduced me as the "really nice girl he met today". This man was very kind but also very occupied, so we had to leave as he had to go talk to the journalists and his guests.

We are now heading to the exit.

- So, what did you think about it? Did you like it?

- Yes, that was incredible! Thank you very much Timothée! And thank you for the clothes too!

- You're welcome, he says with a satisfied smile. You can keep them if you want.

- Really? You don't have to…

He stops and look at me in the eyes.

- I insist.

I smile widely.

Almost arrived at the exit door we see that paparazzies are still there. We can hear screams too. I guess that somehow fans either heard that Timothée Chalamet or Lily-Rose Depp were here.

- You know what? I think we should go out the back.

- You know another exit?

- Well… There's always a back door, right?

I shrug.

- Come.

We walk around the place a little bit and finally manage to sneak out after asking a security guard for an alternative exit.

We are walking in the street with, from what I deduced, no particular destination. We eventually end up to the subway station we went out earlier.

- So… I would like to invite you to dinner, he says hesitant.

I stop.

- Me!? I answer surprised.

- No, the streetlamp behind you…

- …

- Of course you! He says laughing. So, what do you think?

Right now, my whole body is just fireworks, I am so happy! My day with Timothée isn't finish! Again, not to appear like a hysterical fan I answer softly.

- Yeah, I would love to.

-Great!

We smile at each other like two idiots.

- So right now it's 6:25 pm so maybe we could meet in the lobby of my hotel at 8? Is that okay for you?

- Sure, it's perfect.

- Nice! See you at 8 then.

We both pass the revolving door and he starts walking to one of the two directions of the metro line cause he knows my apartment was in the other direction as I told him earlier.

- Yes, see you.

Being a big paranoiac and an anxious person, I can't help but stop him.

- Timothée wait!

He turns back.

- You will be there right? I ask with a low voice.

He retraces his steps, comes close to me and says:

- Yes, I will be there, I promise.

He then leans towards me and kiss my forehead.

Before I could realize anything, he was gone in the tunnel.

Continue reading ! -> last chapter: Chapter 3

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The day I run into you #1/3

Hello! This is my first fiction

/!\ English is not my mother tongue! Many mistakes are probably in this story and I deeply apologize for that. Please feel free to correct them if you see some, it will help a lot!

Summary : A short story (3 chapters) about the day a young student randomly run into Timothée Chalamet in the streets of Paris.

Enjoy!!

Chapter 1: Meet me at the corner

(2,3k words)

Today I’m randomly walking in Paris as I like to do it when the weather is good and I don't have anything planed. This way I can discover new places of this huge capital I live in during my studies. For now, I'm doing a four-months internship that will end in a month or so. I'm doing it in a fashion press office and I'd say I quite enjoy it.

Currently I am in the 16th arrondissement. This neighborhood isn't really animated as only the richest people live here. But I guess sometimes it's nice to get away from the unrest of the city and just take a walk in a calm area.

As I have been walking straight for a long time, I decide to turn left at the next street corner. And well, let's just say that decision changed my day.

Indeed, the moment I turned is also the moment an idiot coming from the street I was heading towards decided to turn at full speed exactly in the opposite direction and one thing leading to the other: boom *collision*. That's the moment I ran into you.

- Ouch, I say trying to get up.

- I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, I didn't see you, sorry… says the man I bumped into.

I can't see his face as he is trying to pick up all the books he dropped, but weirdly I have the impression that I know this voice.

- Here, that's also my fault you know, let me help you picking up this mess, I propose.

- Thanks, but you don't have to.

He finally raises his head in my direction and boom *2nd collision*, but in my mind this time. Timothée Chalamet is just in front of me.

For a moment my brain decides to just, stop working. I fix my gaze on him and say nothing.

- Are you okay?

- Um.. Yes.. Um.. I am, I say getting a grip.

I look to the books I’m holding and hand them to him:

- Your books.

- Thank you. So, um, where were you heading before we…

- Nowhere in particular, I say smiling, I just like to walk around in Paris. Discovering new places, etc.

- Oh, then you should know some good secret places, right?

- I guess, I say a little confused, well maybe, I don't know, depends on what you call "good secret places"… And you, um, where are you going, if I can ask?

- To my hotel, I need to put down those books I just bought.

- By the way, what's all this?

- Just some French novels. I like to buy some when I’m in Paris. It's to practice my French and my French culture I guess, he say giggling.

- That's nice! So… um…

I absolutely don't know what to say next and don't want this conversation to end but luckily, he made me THE offer of the year.

- You said you wanted to help, so maybe you could help me bringing my books to my hotel?

As I already almost collapsed in front of him, I try my best to not have my third "collision" of the day and focus. Unfortunately, all I manage to say is a quick:

- Yes.

- Great! I take one half and you take the other, he say handing me the books I previously gave back to him. My hotel is this way, come on.

I take the books, nod and follow him quietly.

We continue walking in silence for a few blocks and then he finally asks:

- So, um, I don't even know your name.

- Oh, yes, I am Rachel.

- Well, nice to meet you Rachel, I'm Timothée.

At this moment I don't really know what to do. Do I tell him the truth and say that I know who he is and that I was basically fangirling him a few months ago, risking to seem totally crazy to him ; or do I pretend the opposite? It could be credible, I mean, he's not that famous yet, everybody doesn't necessarily know him, it's not like he was Leonardo Dicaprio or Brad Pitt. But this second option would also include me lying to him, and besides the fact that I don't like to lie, he doesn’t deserve to be manipulated. Moreover, it's not like we're going to become friends or something, as soon as we'll get to his hotel, he will nicely invite me to leave, so I guess I have nothing to lose.

- Yeah, I kind of know who you are. But don't worry, I'm not a crazy fangirl! I say giggling.

Gosh why did I have to say that too! I'm such an idiot!

He takes a moment to think about the stupid shit I just said and then he answers:

- Well, then you should know how funny I am!

That was not expected but I'm glad he doesn't care that I know him, and that he takes it with humor. I decide to take this opportunity.

- Um… that's not what I actually heard…

- What did you hear then?

- That you were that type of young actor with an enormous ego and basically no talent, I say with a very serious tone.

He stops dead with a very offended look and says:

- What!?!

I look at him, keeping my seriousness as long as I can and suddenly burst out laughing.

- Hey! That's not funny!!

- Oh trust me, it is, I say still laughing.

He rolls his eyes and stops:

-So, here's my hotel, I would have invited you to come in with me but since you're so unkind to me…

- Oooh… Look who's all offended!! I answer with a slight smirk.

- Fine, if you keep it that way… he say turning his back to me and going toward the entrance.

- Wait wait! Okay, I'm sorry, but you know it was just for fun right? Who would have known Timothée Chalamet was that touchy!

He stops, turns around with a big smile of satisfaction.

- And that manipulative… I add walking in with him.

After taking the elevator we arrive in his hotel bedroom. Contrary to what I thought, it's not a giant suite, it's just a big room with a little "living room area" with a table, a big sofa and two armchairs. The curtains are closed but the room is still quite luminous as it's the middle of the afternoon. The decoration is pretty standard, but the luxury and the quality of the bedroom is still visible.

- You can put down the books on the table, Timothée indicates me before taking off his shoes.

I do so and stay besides the table, not knowing what to do next, and starting to feel a little bit embarrassed. Luckily for me, this guy seems to always have something to say.

- So, why don't you say to me what you really know about me without making some bad jokes like you did earlier, he says sitting on his bed.

I roll my eyes, sit in front of him on the couch and answer:

- Why do you want to know what I know about you? I'm pretty sure you're not going to learn anything as it's just some random facts about you.

- Well, let's just say I'd like to know what fans think and know about me, to know if there are false information circulating about me.

- Okay, first, who said I was a fan? (Of course I was one, but that's something that he didn't need to know for now). But if you really want me to do that then fine.

I started to tell him things I knew about him, like the fact that he is half-French and that he used to spend some holidays near St Etienne. Obviously I didn't tell everything I knew as he asked because I don't want him to see me as one of these crazy fangirls, even if in a way, I kind of am or was one myself. I also took advantage of this conversation to make fun of him a few times, mentioning that "peach scene" or that "Statistics rap" thing for example.

We kept talking about him and eventually about me for a while.

Then, still in our conversation, as I am exploring the room with my eyes, my look stops on the little space between the two closed curtains. I squint in order to identify what there is behind it and finally understand what it is. At this moment I am not listening to Timothée anymore. I just get up and walk in the direction of the window.

- What are you doing? I think he asks.

Still focus on what I am doing I open the curtains with an abrupt gesture, revealing the most beautiful thing: a perfect view on the Eiffel Tower.

I know it's totally cliché but as I am not a real Parisian since I've only been living here for less than a year, I really love that monument and it's one of my dreams to have a view like this.

As I open the window to go on the small balcony, Timothée joins me.

- How can you close the curtains when you have such a beautiful view? I ask.

- I just took a nap before I went to buy my books.

- A nap? Oh, what are you, 70? I say giggling.

- No but I have jet lag, he answers a little pissed.

- Oh yes, that's right, sorry… I didn't even ask you why you're here.

- For fashion week.

- Really!? That's so awesome, I love fashion! I wish I could go to a show one day, I say leaning on the guardrail of the balcony in direction of the magnificent view. So, what were you saying just before I got to the window?

- I was talking about my upcoming movie that I'm not supposed to talk about, he says sitting on the floor.

Even if we are in late June and that the weather is sunny, it isn’t too hot so we could stay on the balcony and continue our conversation. I sit like him on the floor and answer:

- Um, you're telling me secrets now? I guess that's a good point for me then… I look away from him and add in a low voice: too bad you're already taken.

- Taken? Taken by what? He asks confused.

I look back at him and roll my eyes as I have to say it out loud.

- Taken by a girlfriend named Lily.

He smirks and says while playing with a twig he found on the ground:

- Guess you don't know everything about me then.

- What do you mean?

- Lily and I broke up months ago.

- Oh, I say without being able to prevent myself from letting out a small smile, smile he immediately notices:

- You know, it's not good to be happy about other people's breakups, he says smirking.

- I… I'm not happy… I'm really sorry, um, you two were… you were a cute couple… I say embarrassed.

- You know I'm teasing you right?

- What!? Hey! That's not funny! I say punching him in the arm.

- Haha, that was for you're little joke earlier.

As an answer I just make a face to him, which makes him laugh even harder.

We kept talking for a while when suddenly he got up after looking at his watch.

- Shit!! The fashion show!! It's in half an hour!

- It's today!? I ask following him inside.

- No, it's right now. I really have to go. Haider Ackermann may be my friend, he doesn’t like when people are late, especially when we're talking about work… his work!

- Oh, um… I should get going then…

- I am really sorry to abandon you like that but even if we talked about it earlier it completely went out of my mine. Sorry.

As he is searching in his suitcase, I realize that my little dream with Timothée is now over.

- Okay, goodbye then… it was nice meeting you… I say going to the door.

- Um, yeah, really nice! He joins me in the front of the door. Sorry again, and thanks for the books, he says pointing them, even if in the first place you are kind of the reason they ended up on the ground. He giggles.

I giggle softly too and look up straight in his eyes as intensely as I can, maybe to trigger a reaction in him that would be favorable to me, at this point, any reaction would be good. But after ten seconds nothing happens. So I look down quickly, quite embarrassed, and then look up at him again and say in French:

- Au revoir Timothée (Goodbye Timothée).

He smiles and I immediately open the door and go out before saying something stupid. As I close the door, I realize I won’t have any souvenir of this incredible meeting, no photos, nothing. Just the images I would always keep in my mind. When I walk away from the door towards the elevator, I’m starting to regret not to have insisted a little more, like asking for his number or to see him again after the show. But no, my big lack of self-confidence decided to do nothing, and now it is too late. But then, from nowhere, the impossible happened. I hear the door I closed a few seconds ago opening again.

- Rachel, wait!

I turn back to him.

- Do you want to come with me? To the show?

Continue reading ! -> second chapter here: Chapter 2

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