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I Want You, Simon- Chapter 7

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: None, I think?

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 3.4K

Chapter 6

Simon was incredibly nervous about this. There was an awkward silence between him and Samira, they were walking through the Human City side by side, Samira wearing a casual long-sleeved dress with a denim jacket and black booties, and Simon wearing his suit, with a dimmer red tie. He was unsure what to say at this moment, but the silence was piercing him inside. Samira clears her throat.

“I feel kinda underdressed,” she said joking

“What? No, this is my casual suit.” He turned to her and smiles

Samira looks around with an open mouth, in surprise.

“Casual suit. Huh” She closes her mouth in an amused smile

They walk up to a restaurant that reads Le Restaraunte.

“Well, here are.” He walks up and opens the door for her “Ladies first,”

“Oh how genteel” She cuts him a coy look before walking inside and he follows her inside

When they enter the place, they encounter a white woman wearing all black and a paper name tag that says “Hello My Name Is….Katie”

“Table for deux?” She spoke in a very strange French accent, and was unrealistically perky

“Uhh” Simon was unsure how to answer

“Yes,” Samira responded confidently

“Oui oui. Come come” Katie leads them over to an empty table, and the both sit while she hands them menus

“What do you think of the place? Pretty nice right?”

Samira shrugs “It just looks like a restaurant to me,” she chuckles

“Yeah,” he dips his head a bit and begins to play with his spoon

Katie reappears holding a clipboard “Anything to drink?”

“Can we get a moment to look over the menu please?” Samira gives her a pleasant smile

“But of course,” Katie leaves them to themselves

“So,” Simon perke up “Why don’t you um tell me about yourself”

Samira widens her eyes “Oh um, well I-”

“Oh my gosh! Where are my manners? What is your last name? I never even thought to ask before now.”

Samira smiles “Oh how rude and inconsiderate of you,” She teases

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m not usually this ill-mannered”

“I was joking SImon,” she’s still smiling as she speaks

“Oh! Hehe.’ His awkwardness does not fade

Samira claps her hands together “But, my full name is Samira Adebayo.”

“Wow, that’s such a beautiful name” He speaks with full admiration

“Yeah, thanks. Growing up, my parents never missed an opportunity to tell me the sacredness and meaning of our family name. They were always telling me how proud I should be, to be an Adebayo.”

“Were you proud?”

She shrugs “As proud as a teen could be about their parents, I suppose.”

“Well, I for one thinks it’s an amazing name. And I love your dress.”

Samira smiles, and opens her mouth to speak before being cut off by Katie reappearing with two cocktails on a tray.

“Drinks?” She puts the glasses down

“Um we didn’t order drinks.” Samira called after her as she disappeared into the back of the restaurant. “Ohhkay?”

“Maybe she’s new,” Simon brushes it off to get back to their conversation “So, um do you do anything besides singing and being a nerd.”

Samira playfully glares at him “I don’t know, do you do anything other than bothering me at my job?”

Simon pauses before responding “Okay, you got me there; but bothering you is the best part of my day!”

Samira blushes a little and smirks “Aww, I’m the best part of your day?”

He smiles back at her “Yeah! I love coming in and looking for my favorite nerd.”

“I could say that right back at you,” She laughs a small laugh

“Yeah, I guess you could,”

Katie returns with her clipboard once again “And what will we be ordering? Monsieur?” She looks at Simon

He picks up the menu and looks “I suppose I’ll have the fried ravioli- Uh oh” Katie snatches the menu from his hands.

“Mademoiselle?” She turns to Samira

“I guess I can take the pesto-” Katie snatches the menu from her hand “Pasta….”

“Oui oui! I’ll be back” She turns so fast that her ponytail create a small gust of wind

Samira stares after her “That was so weird. And why is she talking in an accent?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she’s nervous or something?”

“So you fake an accent?”

Simon shrugs “Happens to the best of us,”

Samira raises her eyebrows “You fake an accent when you get nervous?” she asks incredulously

“You don’t know what I do when I’m nervous” He smirks a bit

“I’ll find out,”

“I’ll never tell you my secrets,”

She leans a bit forward “I’m gonna find out all your secrets,” she purses her lips

“I beg to-oh! Our food.”

Katie places plates of food in front of them “Bon appetit!” And walks away from the table

Simon inspects his fried ravioli “Why does this look half eaten?”

“Mine is cold” Samira taps the noodles with the tip of her finger

“What should we do? Should we try to enjoy it anyway?”

Samira looked up, flabbergasted “What?”

“You’re right, you’re right. Do you think we should ask for a manager? See what’s going on?”

“Yeah, I think that’s the better option.”

Samira waves down someone important looking “Hi, are you the manager?”

“Yes,” this man spoke in an American accent

“Amazing! So we are a bit confused,”

“What’s wrong?”

Simon sits up “Um, this girl-lovely girl- she’s been bringing us the wrong food.”

“Well, what did you order?

“Uh, this” Simon points to the plate in front of him

“So what’s the problem?”

“Well this isn’t ours.”

The manager looks confused “But you said that’s what you ordered”

Samira interjects “Well, we ordered these dishes, but they’re half eaten.”

“Why did you eat them if you didn’t like them?”

“We didn’t”

The manager is perplexed “Hmm. And who was your server?”

“Um Katie?”

Manager looks around in confusion “There’s no employee named Katie here,”

Samira’s face turns into a smile of disbelief “I’m going to lose my mind.”

Simon jumps in to save this “Oh! She’s right there,” he points at the woman who served them. The manager turns to look.

“Oh my glob. Hey! Get outta here!”

‘Katie’ looks startled and runs out of the restaurant. The manager turns back to Simon and Samira.

“I’m sorry, but she doesn’t work here. She keeps coming in here pretending to be a server and scamming and pick pocketing people.”

Samira rushes to check her pockets “Oh great, my wallet is still here.”

Simon checks his pockets “Oh no.”

“Oh my glob did she rob you? Oh my glob Simon!” Samira is astonished “Oh my glob she robbed my friend!” She turns to the manager

“I’m sorry, but somebody has to pay for this.”

“You can’t be serious, we didn’t eat any of this”

“I’m sorry, but-”

“Um excuse me?” Another waitress wanders up behind the manager and directs her words to Samira “Are you Samira?”

Samira still looks slightly annoyed “Yeah,”

“OH MY GLOB! It’s Samira! You can’t charge them for this!”

“Wait, who is she?” the manager asks

“She’s like a huge pop star!”

Samira mumbles under her breath “Well, I sing other genres, but okay.”

“If you make her pay, I will quit!”

“Alright fine fine! But what about this guy?!” The manager points at Simon, who snaps out of his ‘robbery induced’ trance. He looks at Samira in slight panic

“He’s with me,” She speaks calmly and grabs his hand

The manager rolls his eyes “Alright fine you guys can go.”

Outside the restaurant, once they were far enough Simon turns to Samira.

“I’m so sorry for all of that. That is not how I wanted that to go.”

She laughs “I don’t think anyone plans to be robbed of both food and money. I’m sorry that happened to you.”

He blushes a deep red “Well, I am too,” but he puts on a smile. “I didn’t know what we were going to do if he had made us pay.” He rubs the back of his neck

“I would’ve paid,” Samira looks up at him

“Oh no no no! I wouldn’t want you to pay. It’s not proper!”

She stops walking and stares at him with an eyebrow raised “Simon, you just got your entire wallet stolen. You had nothing to pay with. Were you really going to let us sit there when I could just pay?”

He rubs his neck a bit more and looks around in embarrassment “Well…”

“Simon,” He looks back down at her “I know you’re a 20th century dude, and I’m not sure how you did things back then, but we’re in the future. Don’t let your ‘properness’ lead you to embarrass yourself. If I am capable, I will do it.”

Simon takes in her assertion, this was obviously not what he was used to, but if this was what she wanted, he was willing to get used to it.

“Well, okay. I guess I should get to replacing the stuff in my wallet…like my money.”

Samira knew this was serious, but she couldn’t help but laugh. This entire situation was so ridiculous that it just felt so comical. They kept walking and came up to a store that sold sandwiches.

“Hey,” She placed her hand on his arm “We didn’t actually get to eat. Want a sandwich? My treat obvi”

Simon stopped himself from instinctively saying ‘No’, and thought about what she’d said earlier.

“Yes.”

As they walked after getting their sandwiches, they kept walking. The sun had gone down slightly from the time they had come out in the early afternoon, and the wind was blowing a lot stronger.

“Thank you…for the sandwich.” Simon held up the bag his sandwich was in. Samira just nodded in response, slightly shivering. Simon glanced back down at her after noticing. “Wait, where are my manners? Are you cold?”

Samira waves it off “A little bit, but it’s fine. I can make it home, it’s fine.”

“No! Absolutely not!”

“I told you I was underdressed.” She makes a joke out of it

Simon shakes his head and in one motion removes his blazer and puts it around Samira’s shoulders.

“Is that better?” He asks while close to her face as he adjusts it so it wouldn’t come off

Samira’s face turns slightly red, half from the cold, half from Simon’s breath on her face.

“I guess…” She looks a little bit away

“You’re not rejecting my ‘properness’ now,” His voice was deeper, smoother and more playful when he said this, and Samira had to turn her head to stop herself from turning even more red.

Simon stands up straight and clears this throat “Would you like me to walk you home?”

Samira turns back “Yes. I would like that.” She reaches for his hand, and he is shocked, but after a second of thought, takes it.

Reaching Samira’s house wasn’t a very long walk. In fact it was quite pleasant. It felt like it was over as soon as it began. Simon somewhat wished it would be longer.

“So what exactly is it about the second phone number you gave me? Because that isn’t the number I’ve been texting.”

“So I have two phones. I don’t want Jimmy or Turtle Princess calling me when I’m trying to have fun, so I give them another number. That’s the number I gave you before you realized that me and ‘Sami’ are the same. The one I wrote on your arm is my personal number. That’s the number Marcy and Bonnie would text me on.”

“So I’ve earned your ‘personal’ number?”

Samira nods “Yes. Exactly.”

“Speaking of Sami…can I still call you that?”

She smiles up at him “Yeah, of course. No one else in Ooo does. Honestly, I just find it so funny that you didn’t realize I’m the same person.”

Simon rolls his eyes “Okay ha ha. Let’s all laugh at Simon.”

“No listen,” she stops walking, turns to him and squeezes his hand “I find it funny, but I like the fact that you liked both.”

He stops walking as well and runs his hands through his hair “Well, of course. I didn’t really know much about your Samira persona other than the fact that she’s beautiful and can sing beautifully as well. But I loved ‘Sami’s’ company. I thought she was intelligent, and insightful and imaginative-”

“What’s with all the ‘i’ words?” Samira joked

Simon chuckles “You know what I’m saying,” Samira laughs with him “I don’t know I just thought ‘Sami’ was amazing to talk to. And now I know….that you’re all of that.”

Samira tries to hide back her smile, but she can’t hide the red in her cheeks.

“Um. This is me.” She gestures towards a little cottage style house tucked into a corner of the city.

“This is your house?” She nods in response “Wow, you’re straight out of a fairy tale”

She turns to look back at him “How so?” The wind slightly blew her long and very curly hair back from her face as she stared up at him, making her look more majestic.

“You’re a kind and beautiful woman living in a cottage by yourself” when he looked down at her his next words felt more and more true “You’re basically…a princess.”

Samira smiles, as if she knew he meant well “Oh Simon, I’m a queen.” she releases his hand in what felt like dramatic slow motion as she walked up to her porch and he watched her from where he stood.

Once she got to her door she looked over her shoulder “Did you want to come in or no?”

Simon rubbed the back of his head “Actually I should get going. Goodnight.” He turned and began to walk away.

“Oh alright. Goodnight.” Samira then realized what was around her shoulders “Oh Simon!” He turned back to her “Your jacket!”

“Keep it!” He shouted back, waved and kept walking

Samira smiled and waved back even though he did not see, before walking into her house.

Later that night, while Samira was in her pajamas, she got a text on her ‘personal’ phone.

Hello again. It’s me. Simon

Samira laughs at his insistence on being proper.

Hi 🙂

So I was thinking about it. Maybe we could try this again? With something even more casual?

Okay? What do you have in mind? 😏

Maybe we could spend time together at my house? If you’re okay with that

Yeah absolutely! 😁

Great! :D Next week? Tuesday maybe? After you get of work?

See you then 😉

See you :)

So he did want to see her again. She held the phone to her chest, feeling like a young school girl, when the phone went off again.

Oh! Also, wear your glasses ;)

Samira was taken aback by his forwardness, but she definitely didn’t mind it.

The day of, Samira decided on wearing a v-neck and some baggy jeans with boots, since he said he wanted it to be casual. Some small earrings and a necklace, and a little bracelet. And of course a Strawberry Poundcake fragrance. She thought that maybe some light foundation, concealer and bit of eyeliner and mascara. Casual. She decided she should walk to Simon’s house to get in some of the cool air. She was cold the last time they’d hung out, but she would not let that happen again. She grabbed the jacket Simon had given her anf threw it on herself. It slid on with ease and it sat on her with obvious space, but in a cute way. She stared at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. When she inhaled, she caught a whiff of the peach scent that she often recognized on him. She stopped for a moment before deeply sniffing the jacket around her arms. She wasn’t sure how long she had been sniffing before her main phone began to ring, starling her out of her zoning out.

“Hello?” She answered

“Hey, I’m just calling to see if you’re still coming over?” Simon’s voice rang over the phone

“Yes,” She grabs a little bag “I’m still coming. Don’t…put on your pajamas” What?

“I’m not, I just wanted to make sure.” She could hear him smiling through his phone “Okay well, glad to hear. See you soon.”

“See you,” she responds before ending the call. She slips on her large glasses

Samira was certainly ready for the walk there. And she was certainly ready to see him again.

She stopped in front of a tall brown building that matched the address that he gave her.

What floor?

4 :)

She makes her way up to the 4th floor, taking the stairs to feel more athletic, which proved to be a bit of a mistake, as she was out of breath when she got to the top. She took some time to catch her breath before texting one more time.

Letter?

She would catch her breath a bit more before knocking, she didn’t want to seem out of shape. She stopped in front of the door to breathe, but before she inhaled, she heard movement on the other side. Simon bustling about, trying to make things perfect.

“Oh where did I put that thing? Oh I can’t even remember what it’s called! This is a disaster!”

And then she decided that what she needed to do at this moment was not to pretend to be perfect, what she needed to do was be real.

Samira knocks on the door. Simon opens the door.

“Hello,” he says, sounding a bit out of breath himself

“Hi,” She says with a smile

“You’re actually wearing your glasses” He smiles at her

“Um yeah,”

“You look great.” He stares at her a bit before realizing “Come inside,”

Simon leads her into the apartment and closes the door. She takes some time to survey the apartment, and it felt very bare. As if Simon hadn’t had the time to make it his own. When she turned around to make a comment, he was gone. She heard bustling in what she assumed was his kitchen. He comes back out with a charcuterie board and places it on his coffee table. He stares at it for a moment before looking back up at her and gesturing towards the couch.

“Um, take a seat. If you’d like.” He turns back to the kitchen, then turns back towards her “Um, may I take your jacket…um my jacket?” He smiles, a bit confused

“Sure,” She smiles back “But that baby’s coming home with me” she laughs and so does he, before rushing back into the kitchen

Samira sits down on his couch and is unsure what to do with herself in the moment. She played with her finger and hands, shook her legs, and fixated on strands of hair left out of her ponytail. But she had to come to terms with the fact that she was bored. She came to spend time with Simon, and yet he was too busy in the kitchen.

“Do you want some water, or tea, coffee, orange juice?”

She exhaled through her mouth “Simon!”

He comes out into the living room “Yes?”

She goes over to him and grabs his arms “I would like you to sit with me,”

“Oh,”

She leads him over to his own couch and lightly pushes him down.

“Relax, I came to see you.” She glances toward the coffee table “Ooooh tomatoes,” she leans forward and grabs a piece and eats one. “Let’s watch tv.” she says while chewing the raw piece of tomato.

“Okay,”

Samira reaches for the remote and turns the tv on. The theme for ‘Cheers’ plays, and Simon looks disgusted.

Samira looks toward him and almost laugh “What’s wrong with you?”

“I hate this show,” he scoffs

“I like this show,” Samira swallows the tomato piece and smiles at him, knowing good and well that she had never seen it before. She just liked the theme song, and wanted to see what it was about.

Samira stared at the screen and Simon tried not to, but eventually he gave in and began to stare at the screen as well. He hadn’t actually watched this show in a while, mostly just had it on the the background when he still worked at the museum.

As they were watching, Samira’s pinky sneakily made its way over to Simon’s, landing on top of it. Simon is quite aware of it as if it sent a shock through his body. He looked down at their touching fingers and didn’t mind it at all. Kind of liked it actually. No, he liked it. No ‘kind of’ necessary.

Chapter 8

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