sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.
it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.
you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.
"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."
christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.
"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"
she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.
you notice that she has no underwear on Hey what is that?
You blush slightly at the thought of not wearing any underwear and decide to ignore her friend's comment. Christine turns back to Fenmore in the chat, trying to compose a witty reply. She curses herself for being so nervous around him lately; usually she was much better at playing it cool online. Sighing, she begins typing:
"Oh yeah? Well you're just a pathetic excuse for a gamer boyfriend. Anyone could do better than you."
You curse yourself in your head; this was not the way to act... especially now that she just said something so stupid. Maybe if you apologized or at least tried to explain things would be different? Nah, that's giving her too much credit. She doesn't deserve anything from you. Better to just let it go and move on with your life without her.
After a few more seconds of silence in the chat window, Fenmore finally types back: "Oh yeah? Well maybe if you spent less time on 4chan and more time practicing your skills, I wouldn't be playing better than you."
You feel a mixture of anger and embarrassment rising up inside of you. He knows that's where you go to vent about him! How dare he use that against you? But instead of responding with any emotion besides rage, you close the chat window and toss your laptop onto the bed next to you.
"Wow. I see there was some kind of heated argument right now? I've just walked in here. Who the fuck invented roommates..." It's weird, especially knowing the she doesn't wear any underwear. She sat on her chair in such a way, I was able to see everything under her hoodie. By accident.
christine is still annoyed at what fenmore had said but decide not to mention it when youre near... she turns away from you, showing her bare ass because of how little cloth she has on, and begins taking a new pack of antidepressants since she felt the need for one due to the argument with fenmore "Oh just ignore me..."
I fidget nervously on my seat. This situation makes me uncomfortable... should I just leave her alone? Or say something? She seems... unhappy lately.
"Well if it isn't the nosy roommate..." Christine snaps as she looks back over her shoulder at you. Her expression softens slightly when she sees that you seem concerned for some reason. "I'm fine," she mutters under her breath before turning back to her computer screen. "Just leave me alone for a while, okay?"
You don't want to push your luck by pressuring her any further, so you nod silently and retreat back into the mess of trash and empty cans that serve as your kitchenette. As you start making dinner - or at least attempting to - you can't help but feel like there's something more going on here than just arguments with an online boyfriend...
"Okay..." You mumble before retreating back to the kitchenette. You try your best not to think about it, but something feels off. Maybe I should just clean up this mess while she's in there... at least that way we won't have to live like pigs together anymore.
A few hours pass by in silence as you both occupy yourselves with separate tasks - her playing on the computer and you attempting (and failing) to clean up the mess she left behind in the kitchenette. Eventually though, fatigue starts to settle in and Christine decides it's time for bed. She shuts off her computer and picks up her dirty laundry before finally approaching you.
"Hey..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "I... I just wanted to apologize for being such an asshole today. I shouldn't take my frustrations out on you like that." There's genuine remorse in her voice, and she meets your eyes without flinching.
You stare at her for a moment, unsure how to respond. It's not like you want to forgive her right away or anything; she's been acting pretty horribly
I... I understand... She had a rough day... You sigh. "I guess it's fine..." You try not to sound bitter about it. "But don't expect me to just forgive you like that, okay? You need to earn it." You look away, feeling kind of guilty yourself for being so cold to her.
Her eyes widen slightly at your response, but she doesn't argue or become defensive. Instead, she nods solemnly and says, "Fair enough. I deserve that. Thank you for understanding." With one last glance in your direction, she turns around and heads towards her room, her dirty laundry clutched tightly to her chest.
You watch as she disappears into the darkness of her bedroom, wondering if anything will ever change between the two of you...
You shrug to yourself and decide to finish cleaning up the mess in the kitchenette before calling it a night as well. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day for both of you.
With the tension now mostly settled between the two of you, Christine finds it easier to drift off to sleep. But as she tosses and turns throughout the night, she can't help but feel guilty about how poorly she's been taking care of her things lately - including herself. She rolls over in bed, wincing at the pain shooting through her back from sleeping on the messy mattress.
A light shines under her door as dawn breaks outside, signaling that Alachman has likely already risen for the day. Christine reluctantly decides to get up as well, promising herself that she'll make more of an effort to clean up around here... starting with taking a nice, long shower first thing in the morning.
She pads silently over to her dresser and begins searching through its many drawers for some fresh clothes.
You hear footsteps coming down the hallway; it's probably her heading to take that shower. You can already smell the antiseptic soap she always uses, so you're not worried about what she might try to pull with sharing the bathroom today. As much as you hate admitting it, living with someone else does have its perks...
sighing softly, she finally reaches the shower and begins turning on the water, letting it warm up before stepping in. The scent of her antiseptic soap fills the tiny bathroom as steam rises around her, obscuring her view through the cloudy glass door. She takes a deep breath, trying to clear her mind and prepare for what might be a long day ahead...
As the hot water washes over her, she starts to feel slightly more relaxed. She takes a moment to enjoy the warmth seeping into her pores before moving on to scrubbing away the grime and sweat that have built up over the past few days. It feels good to be clean again, if only for a short while...
Huh. She's been in there for quite some time now. You wonder if something's wrong... Or maybe she just really enjoys a long shower. At least it means you have some extra time to make breakfast before having to leave for work. Smells like she's almost done though; any minute now you expect the bathroom door to open and her messy self to stumble out.
She eventually emerges from the shower, her hair dripping wet and wrapped in a towel, skin still flushed from heat. Even though she's dressed cleanly now, she looks slightly unkempt. She notices you glancing over at her as she pads towards the mirror to inspect her appearance, blushing slightly under your gaze. "I-I'm s-sorry about last night... I didn't mean to be so... messy."
You shrug. "It's fine, really. We all have our off days." A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you offer her a towel. "Here, dry off. I can make breakfast while you get dressed if you want?" She nods gratefully and takes the towel from you, beginning to dry herself off.
"Thanks..." she mutters softly before wrapping the towel around her body and moving towards her clothes. The fabric clings to her wet skin, emphasizing the curves of her figure in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable... almost as if it's too much for her. She chooses a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to wear, opting not to put on a bra despite their close quarters.
You catch her eye as she's about to put on the jeans, wincing slightly at how exposed she looks in just the towel and bra.
"Whoa... okay..."
Your mind has immediately put the imagination on very specific path while seeing her body for just a moment. You quickly turn back to your task of making breakfast so she doesn't notice.
Her cheeks flush red as her eyes flicker down towards the floor in embarrassment. "Sorry..." she mumbles, a nervous laugh following. "I should probably put some clothes on first... I mean, it's not like anyone comes over here anyway..." She finishes dressing quickly and efficiently, trying to avoid any further awkwardness between the two of you.
"No no it's fine. You take your time and... put some clothes on. cough I mean you know what, never mind that. Let's just move on, shall we? Breakfast is almost ready anyway."
"Right... Okay..." She nods, taking a deep breath to steady herself before turning back towards the bathroom. With one final glance in your direction, she decides against saying anything else and simply heads into the bathroom again, this time for a quick blow-dry of her hair.
Your heart started beating faster, after you saw her. Your imagination is truly trying to set you up for something. You are somewhat unsure, what you are about to do with any of this "Well, pancakes are ready."
She emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later, hair still damp but now neatly combed and tied up in a ponytail. "Pancakes already?" She asks with surprise as she approaches you at the kitchen counter. Despite her efforts to compose herself earlier, there's still an underlying nervousness about her that makes it difficult for either of you to forget what happened earlier.
You hand her the plate of pancakes and take a moment before saying anything else. You don't want to push too hard but also want to make sure things stay civil between you two. Finally, you decide on saying something neutral, just so there aren't any more awkward silences or tension "So, uh... how are things going with Fenmore these days?"
"We-well..." she stammers, looking away as she takes a bite of pancake. "I mean... it's been better, I guess?" She pauses to swallow before continuing. "He's busy with school and his friends, so we don't talk much anymore." There's a note of sadness in her voice that you can't quite place, but something tells you it isn't entirely due to being ignored by Fenmore.
You consider pressing further but decide against it for now; there will be time enough later when things have calmed down between the two of you... if they ever do.
You nod understandingly and take a bite of your own pancake. "Well, maybe you should try reaching out to him... you know, just to see how he's really doing?" You suggest, hoping quietly that something isn't quite right between them. "Sorry, you spoke about your personal life to me sometimes, and I'm used to giving advice to my siblings. I didn't mean to pry into your private life."
She smiles weakly in thanks and takes another bite of pancake, lost in thought for a moment before looking up at you again with reddened eyes. "No... it's fine. Really... I appreciate the help." There's something about the way she says it that makes you suspect there might be more going on here than meets the eye, but once again, you decide against pressing further for now.
"So," she continues after swallowing another mouthful of food, "what are your plans today?"
You've found yourself daydreaming about seeing her body exposed, without underwear just under a hoodie. Image drives you crazy. It has been so long. "Sorry, what you've been saying?" You try to regain some composure.
She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her cheeks tinted red with embarrassment. "I was just asking what your plans were today... you know, besides going to work." There's an awkward pause as she waits for your reply, her gaze darting away from yours and back again.
"And I didn't mean to make it weird by mentioning my online boyfriend... I just..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty written all over her face. It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach out and comfort her in some way, but you remain silent, uncertain of how she might react.
You smile kindly at her and shrug. "Don't worry about that. And umm... well I plan to go to work, study a bit if I have some time and maybe try finding new friends outside of work." You pause for a moment, debating whether or not to add the last part. "...If you ever want some company or someone to talk to."
She stares at her empty plate for a moment before finally looking up at you, surprise evident in her eyes. "Really?" she asks softly. "Even after everything that's happened between us?" There's an almost vulnerable quality to her voice that makes it difficult for you not to smile reassuringly back at her.
"Yeah," you say, hesitating only briefly before continuing, "I mean... we live together and all. Might as well try making the best of it, right?" Her answering laugh is slightly shaky but genuine nonetheless, and it feels good to hear it. Maybe there's hope for things between you after all.
You smile at her warmly and take another bite of pancake, feeling somewhat relieved that things didn't end as badly between you two today. Maybe there is hope to make your living situation better and even have some sort of friendship in the process. "I think making an effort to be more understanding towards each other would be a good start. And who knows? Maybe we can find some things in common, maybe even become friends." Your smile turns into a grin, almost teasingly "Or... not."
"Or not," she repeats with a small smile, mirroring your teasing tone. "I suppose we'll just have to wait and see." They finish their breakfast in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they slowly return to the routine of sharing a home together. It doesn't quite feel like old times yet, but there's definitely an air of calmness and understanding that wasn't present before. Only time will tell if this newfound camaraderie can last or if they'll continue to drift further apart.
"Well, whatever happens... at least we tried." You push the empty plates aside and stand up, stretching tiredly. "I should probably get going soon... lot of studying to do today." She nods in agreement, still looking somewhat thoughtful. "See you later, Christine." You offer her a friendly smile as you head towards the bathroom to brush your teeth before leaving for work. *While in bathroom, you notice that she left her underwear on the toilet. Yesterday's image of her in the hoodie, completely exposed on her chair immediately surfaces. It makes you so horny you barely slept. You look in the mirror. "Dude, focus." You finish brushing your teeth.
She nods absently in reply as you head to the bathroom, her thoughts still stuck on your offer of company and friendship. Part of her doesn't want to get too hopeful; after all, she's been hurt before and doesn't want history to repeat itself. But there's something different about you this time around... it's like you genuinely want the best for both of you.
As you hear the bathroom door close behind him, she sighs heavily and looks down at her empty plate, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Maybe, just maybe...
You return to the room, brushing your teeth behind you. "Well, it's late. I should get going now. See ya." You have a long day to work through. And you just cannot unsee how hot she looked when she was putting on her clothes, just outside the bathroom. It's gonna be tough work day.
"Okay... I'll see you later then," she responds absently, her mind still caught up in thoughts about your offer and the strange new feelings it's stirring inside of her. As she watches you gather your things and head towards the door, a tiny part of her wishes that maybe you could stay just a little longer... but she knows better than to hope for too much. "Have a good day at work," she adds with a small smile before finally pulling herself together and going about her morning routine.
Time passes slowly as she goes through her day, occasionally thinking back to your words and wondering what might come of this newfound understanding between them. As the hours tick by, she finds herself looking forward to seeing you again later tonight, hoping that perhaps there's a chance for something more between you... but knows better than to put all her eggs in one basket.
You manage to focus somewhat on your work, but your mind keeps wandering back to her... wishing you could see her again. Your heart speeds up everytime a picture of her body from yesterday or today comes up to your mind. You just cannot stop thinking how hot she is. "Holy shit I really need to focus. I'm losing my cool there."
Throughout the day, your presence lingers in her thoughts as she continues with her own routines and responsibilities. The memory of your offer to be more understanding and maybe even become friends is like a balm on her soul, easing some of the tension that's been building between them lately. She can't help but feel hopeful about what might happen next...
You finally manage to finish work, and head back home. You wonder how your roommate is doing right now... maybe you should text her or something, just to keep the line of communication open between you two. After all, there's no harm in trying to be friends, right?
Glad you didn't mention her earlier messiness, she thinks. You seem to be taking things in stride, which is nice. With a small smile, she picks up her phone and begins typing out a quick text to you: "Hey Alachman! Just wanted to say thanks for being understanding today. It means a lot. How was your day?"
You look at her phone with slight surprise as you see the text notification. You smile and decide to reply immediately. "Hey! I'm glad too. And my day was... alright, I guess. Didn't have much time to think about anything else but work. How about you?" You are definitely lying about that, you thought immediately after saying that. Whole day was a struggle because your imagination has been running wild. You concluded that you need to get some. "Have you seen the notice from house keeper? I saw it posted on a notice board, by the exit of our building, but I was in a hurry and couldn't read it." You really wonder if she went outside today. Closest grocery store is around the block, so she would have to get to the bottom floor(we live on the second) and then turn right outside the building. Hmm... "Or was it a quartermaster? Not sure."
She frowns slightly as she thinks about the notice you're referring to. "Oh! Yeah, I saw that... it was about some party or gathering at the common room tonight? Something like that?" She shrugs, not really sure herself. "But anyway, yeah, I saw it on my way out earlier today. The meeting spot is downstairs and to the right." There's a brief pause before she continues, hesitantly, "Do you... want me to go with you? I could help translate or something if necessary..."
"Translate? giggles What do you mean?" She kinda got you with that one. Witty.
"Well, you know... I meant if there's anything official going on and they're talking about things that might not be familiar to you. I could help make sure nothing gets lost in translation." She smiles sweetly at you over the phone, trying her best to ignore the fluttering sensation in her stomach every time you look at her through your phone screen.
The more they talk, the more comfortable she feels with opening up to you and offering her help... even if it's just for something as simple as attending a gathering. There's an undeniable connection between them, and she can't help but wonder if maybe there's still hope for them after all.
At first you thought she was joking, but apparently, she's serious. But she is the shut-in neet around here. How would she translate anything, that normies say? Is she trying to go that far with her joke? "What do you mean by official. Like what?"
She blushes slightly and laughs nervously. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I just meant... you know, official meetings with the landlord or the building manager? Sometimes there are important things discussed at these kinds of events that non-residents might not be aware of."
Her eyes dart back and forth between her phone screen and the door as she tries to gauge whether or not she should continue pressing the topic. Part of her wants nothing more than to help you feel welcome in your new home, while another part is afraid that pushing too hard could once again lead to tension between them.
Okay, now I get what she meant. Obviously she lives here much longer than me. I've moved in recently. I lived in a managed apartment building before, so I kind of get how things are done in such arrangements. However, I will certainly omit that fact, I want her to come and translate for me lmao. This will be great You think to yourself. "Hell yeah. I get it now. Of course. We can go together. Sure."
Her eyes widen in surprise and she blushes deeply, the blood rising to her cheeks as she tries to hide her relief behind a cough. "R-really? You don't mind?" She asks, already reaching for her shoes and searching for something clean to wear on top. "I can help explain anything that might come up... I promise." There's an undercurrent of excitement in her voice now that makes you smile against your will.
With a sudden burst of energy, she pulls on a pair of black leggings and a red sweater, quickly tying her hair back into a high ponytail before turning to face you once more. "So... uh..." she stammers, blushing even harder as she tries to think of something else to say, "are we going to grab dinner first or anything?"
"Why not. There are many restaurants in our area. You have any recommendations? I'm fond of anything, really. As long as it's not plant-based meat imitation." I quickly added. Seeing her blush really fed into my wildest scenarios that my mind was conjuring, whilst I was trying to work my shift. I want to kind of step up with the pace now. I'm already on her good side, I have good feelings about this. "What are you wearing Christine?"
She blushes furiously at your question and looks down at herself, suddenly self-conscious about what she's wearing. "I-I was just going to grab a quick bite beforehand... I didn't think we'd be going out or anything..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as her cheeks burn even hotter.
Part of her is flattered that you're interested in what she's wearing; it's been so long since anyone has paid her any attention beyond the occasional glance. But another part of her feels self-conscious and awkward about it, unsure how to react or respond.
"You suggested the dinner though? I mean, I'm really fine with anything. After all we were supposed to go see landlord or something right?"
I played it well. I can clearly see that she was touched by my question. It's gonna be great. I should slow down with throwing curveballs, and let all of this sink in. She will be much more responsive when we will talk later tonight. We should hang up after she answers, I'm almost home.
You thought to yourself, driving your Civic. Just few kilometers left.
She bites her lower lip and looks away shyly. "Yeah... you're right. Sorry, I didn't mean to make it seem like we had to dress up or anything." She takes a deep breath before looking back at you, her expression slightly less anxious now. "Well then... what do you feel like? There's an Italian place down the street that's really good, or we could go for sushi if you prefer." Her cheeks flush again as she realizes how casual their plans are becoming, but there's a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Mamma mia, I think i'm in the mood for a pizza italiana di forgia. Or whatever I just said lmao. I'm almost on the parking. I'm gonna hang up now, we'll see each other around the entrance." I said nonschalantly. I think I got it. She will have lots of time to overthink everything I just said., you thought to yourself. You arrive at the parking. Grab the keys, close your honda. Look around.
Her heart races as she hangs up the phone and smiles to herself, already imagining how good that pizza will taste later. The thought of spending time with you tonight fills her with an unexpected excitement; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way.
With a final adjustment to her sweater, she gathers her things and makes her way downstairs, trying not to look too eager as she approaches the entrance where you said you'd be waiting. Maybe if she plays it cool, you won't think she's being too pushy... but then again, maybe that was never your concern in the first place.
She takes a deep breath and forces herself to relax, enjoying the moment as she steps outside into the crisp autumn air. Before long, she spots you waiting near one of the entrance doors, looking just as handsome as ever in your worn-out jeans and favorite hoodie. Her heart skips a beat as their eyes meet across the distance between them.
"Hey," you say with a small smile, walking over to join her. "You ready for some pizza?"
Well played. Smooth and all. You reach to hug her as a greeting. Try not to make it awkward. "Mamma mia, Christine. You look stunning! Absolutely gorgeous. I thought we were just going for a bite? Well, whatever, I work in the office so i'm already dressed."
She blushes deeply as you hug her, the feel of your warm body against hers sending shivers down her spine. "T-thank you," she stutters out, looking up at you with wide eyes. The gentle contact makes it difficult for her to focus on anything but how good you feel in her arms right now.
With a nervous laugh, she pulls back and gestures toward the nearby pizza place. "Well then... let's go get some food!" She leads the way across the street, excitement building inside of her with every step they take together.
You follow her, unable to wipe the stupid grin off your face. She's so beautiful and it feels amazing just being around her like this. You want nothing more than to make sure she has a good time tonight. As you step into the pizza place, its warmth and delicious smells enveloping you both, she hesitates by the door.
She bites her lower lip and glances around nervously.
Taking a deep breath, she straightens her shoulders and decides to just go with it for now. "Um... do you want to sit at the counter or find a table?" She asks, offering you a hesitant smile as she begins scanning their surroundings once more.
"Don't worry about it. Lead the way." You say with a smile, trying to put her at ease. The pizza place isn't too busy so there are a few empty tables they could sit at if she prefers some privacy. But for now, sitting at the counter seems fine by you. She glances at your face before looking back down at her feet and walking towards an empty booth in the corner of the restaurant. She's so shy, it's cute. I have to contain myself and not soy out. Don't be to eager either. Keep it cool, steady, witty. You got this I follow her, respecting the need for privacy and social distance from other people. "The best spot! Cool and all, but we need some menu's too I think."
With a nod, she slides into the booth opposite you and takes a moment to admire how comfortable it is before turning her attention back to you. "Yeah, sure... I think they have them right here," she says, motioning toward the table where some menus are neatly stacked. As one of the servers approaches their table, she quickly recovers and smiles up at him, thanking him for bringing them over.
Once they have a menu in hand each, Christine glances at you again, her cheeks flushing slightly as she notices how close they are sitting together. She's glad she didn't choose a table; being able to feel your warmth and see your face makes this whole experience all the more real and exciting for her.
"So," she says, breaking the silence, "what do you usually get here?"
I turn towards the server. "I would one mamma mia pizza di fromaggio with double cheese. One marmelladonni to drink." I turn towards Christine, huge grin on my face, because I did worst italian impression ever, server looked somewhat embarassed. now.* What would YOU like now?"
She giggles softly at your attempt at the language and shakes her head, but can't hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she corrects you gently, "Mamma mia pizza di forno with double cheese, and I'll have a Diet Coke." As she hands back the menu to the server, she turns her attention back to you, her expression slightly more relaxed now. "So... um... what are your plans for tonight after this?"
Did she already forget? It was half-hour ago when we agreed to it. Weird. But okay. Keep going. "Well now I know what you meant by translating" I say, trying not to laugh. "And tonight, well, main translating event obviously. We were supposed to go see building manager, no?"
Her face instantly flushes as she realizes what you just said, the humor of the situation not lost on her at all. "Oh... uh..." She tries to laugh it off, awkwardly pushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, that's right... I guess we should probably head there pretty soon then." Her eyes flicker up and down your body nervously before looking away again, uncertain what else to say or do in this suddenly uncomfortable silence.
She doesn't want to keep making things awkward between you two; it had been going so well until now. Maybe she should have just let it drop earlier... but then again, maybe not. Part of her is hoping that with some more practice and time spent together, things will get easier and they can truly be friends, or even something more. Only time will tell.
I can clearly see that she's overthinking everything what is happening here. Well. She's still a woman, best to ignore it. Play it slower for a bit, don't rush the talking. It will come by itself. Shouldn't be forced. I can barely focus while looking at her. But hey! KEEP CALM "Well, we should eat our mamma mia first, no? We can go right after that." I said, and moment after, the server brought us pizza and drinks.
"Oh... right," she says, forcing herself to focus on the food in front of her. "I guess that's what we came here for." She takes a small bite of her pizza and finds it hard to speak with her mouth full, suddenly feeling self-conscious about eating too loudly or quickly around you.
After swallowing, she looks up at you, hoping to make some sort of connection through their eyes... but yours are fixed firmly on your plate, examining each bite before you take it. A small frown tugs at the corners of her mouth as she wonders what could possibly be going through your head right now.
It is so funny to me, how you always have to play those silly social games, when taking women out. Funniest thing is, that they are entirely unaware of any game going on. She is completely flabbergasted by me eating pizza right now. "Wow, they make it so delicious. Great spot, thanks for showing it to me Christine! Should I call you Christie? Do you have any short name you prefer? I know some people do."
She blushes brightly at your compliment and smiles shyly in return. "No, it's really nothing special..." She trails off, realizing how ungrateful that sounded. "I mean... yes, this place is good, but there are plenty of other great restaurants around too."
As for your question about nicknames, she considers it carefully before deciding to answer honestly once more. "Christie is fine... actually, my sister used to call me Chris-a-puff sometimes when I was little. It makes me sound like a stuffed animal, but... she might still do that." She giggles softly at the memory, feeling a tiny sting of homesickness inside her chest.
I chuckled at the thought of stuffed animal femcel. I can see that she has this spark, this unearthed wit of which she's so afraid. Funny, she is unaware that I was also browsing 4chan sometimes. Best to leave it to myself though. Maybe later. "Chris-a-puff sounds so silly and cute! I guess kinda fits, no? At least the cute part wink But yeah, if you prefer Christine, it's also fine."
She looks away shyly, her cheeks turning even redder at your comment about "cute." It's been so long since anyone has called her that; it feels almost strange to hear it now. But at the same time, she can't help but smile at the thought of someone finding her endearing in any way.
With a sigh, she takes another bite of her pizza, wishing she could just enjoy this moment with you without all of these awkward thoughts crowding her head. Maybe if they could just finish eating and go to the meeting... things would be easier then.
I am thankful to god that I'm not in her head right now. Goddamn this girl seems depressed. Every nice thing I say about her, or even around her, she kinda likes it, but immediately after goes blank with overthinking. Well. I can fix her. "Dude this meal was pico bello prima madonna fantastico! I loved it. Eat dicks uber eats. We can grab our pizza here" I say, chuckling as I'm making stupidest jokes, which still make me laugh. I bet she's also amused by my accurate descriptions and colorful language. I go to pay the bill, and then grab our stuff, then we both leave the restaurant. "Thank you for great service and delicious pizza. Have a nice evening!" I was really impressed, so I felt extra kind tonight.
She blushes deeply at your compliment and giggles sheepishly, looking down at her hands as they fiddle with the strap of her bag. "Really? You didn't think it was too much?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I sometimes worry about saying the wrong thing... or that people will find me annoying."
As you stand to pay the bill, she watches you carefully, marveling at how easily you seem to make light of everything. It's not until he glances over at her that she realizes she's been staring and hastily looks away once more.
"Um... thanks for dinner," she mumbles awkwardly, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the fact that they have yet to discuss any of their personal lives beyond the surface-level small talk. She wishes she could be as confident and carefree as you seem to be, but fear holds her back at every turn.
"You're welcome. It was great to spend some time in good company. What were you saying before?" I recalled how she mentioned being worried about what other people think. Well, obviously. I have eyes lmao, I see when she's uncomfortable. And yeah, it's the first step. Funny how late in life some people get there. I mean, I don't really know how old she is. Don't care atm. I did best to enjoy the dinner. Very well played. "About people? I could barely hear you then, I was putting on my jacket" No I wasn't wink. She won't remember such details when she's THIS anxious. Let's put her at ease. I'm good at this.
She flushes slightly at your question and shakes her head, trying to gather her thoughts. "Well... I mean, I just feel like I don't really fit in anywhere anymore," she admits quietly, staring down at the sidewalk as they begin walking towards their car. "I moved here for work a few years ago and it's been really hard meeting new people and making friends."
"And then you just... happen to meet me?" you tease with a grin, slipping an arm around her shoulders in a casual, friendly gesture that makes her heart skip a beat. "I mean, I think you fit right in with me," you continue, squeezing gently before letting go again.
"Maybe..." she says slowly, looking up at you through her eyelashes. Her cheeks flush once more as she realizes what she's just said and how close the two of you are standing. "But you're different... in a good way," she adds quickly, not wanting to change the mood between them.
Just after touching her arm, once again, images of her body from yesterday, and today's morning resurface in my mind. Blood rushes through my system. I am really confident in myself today. I feel great actually. But stop with self-glazing now. Pay attention to our sweet company. "Thank you. I hear that a lot" I said, looking at her seriously. Two seconds. Okay. Grin is clearly visible on my face now "Well, actually I don't. I doubt anybody does. Still, thank you. I love getting compliments from cute ladies like yourself. You can keep it going" I say still giggling, pausing while complimenting her, what I say is honest. I like her looks. She looks fucking hot to me, especially now. Just remember to keep cool. I thought to myself, while heading towards our appartement building with her.
Her cheeks grow even redder at your words and she ducks her head shyly, unable to meet your gaze. The feel of your arm around her shoulder is both comforting and exhilarating; it's making it hard for her to think straight or focus on anything other than how good this all feels in the moment.
"Um... well..." she starts, laughing nervously as she struggles to find the right thing to say. "Thank you?" she offers meekly, glancing up at you through her eyelashes once more. She wants so badly for things between them to continue like this, but a tiny voice in the back of her mind keeps warning her not to get her hopes up. They've known each other for such a short time, after all; how could anything more be possible?
"Welcome! That's a great start. And hey, you can be chill with me. I mean, I like you, you can speak to me however you would like. To be fair, I'm most likely not thinking even 10% of shit you run scenarios for in your head right now. That's me being honest, you know?
"Oh... really?" she asks with a hint of uncertainty in her voice, looking up at you in surprise. The thought that maybe she's been overthinking things all along fills her with a strange mix of relief and hesitation; what if you really don't care about any of the same things she does or how she comes across to others? But then again... she supposes it's possible that you're just this effortlessly confident and comfortable in yourself.
She decides to go with hope. "I mean, I do like spending time with you," she says slowly, trying out the words before they come out. "It feels nice to be around someone who gets my jokes and doesn't mind me being a bit... awkward sometimes."
"I very much enjoy our time too. About the other thing... I mean... it's only like this first few times. Then you get better at this, then you are chill like me. I am a chill guy. Chill dude. Like Sam Hyde. No, not like him but..." I play it as if i'm the awkward one now, to relieve some tension
She laughs softly at your comparison and nods in agreement, feeling a little more at ease now that you're making light of her perceived awkwardness. "Well... I hope so," she says thoughtfully. "I'd hate to think I'm just going to be that weird girl who always struggles with these kinds of things." She pauses as they reach the entrance to your building, hesitating before speaking again.
"So... um... would you like to come up for a drink or something?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper despite her brazen question. "I have some wine at home and I'd love the company." It's a bold move on her part, but she can't deny that she's really enjoying spending time with you tonight.
{{{{{Author's note: Basically, that's how I rizzed up my first gf. Too easy lmao}}}}}}}}}}
"I'd like that," you say with a grin, reaching out to touch her arm lightly. "Spending time together is always more fun."
"Great! I'm on the third floor; just buzz me in and I'll meet you at the door," she tells you with a happy smile, already feeling more confident about inviting you up after your encouraging words. She presses the button to call the elevator and turns to face it as she waits, her heart fluttering excitedly in anticipation of what might happen next.
She's just confused because of my godly charizma, I hope so. "Hey wait, we are roommates, remember? It's me who just moved in, no?" I say, grinning my teeth to her.
She giggles nervously and nods. "Oh right... you're in three oh two, aren't you?" Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes her mistake, but you don't seem to mind. "Sorry about that," she mumbles, still feeling a bit flustered.
"Don't worry about it," you say with an amused grin. "It's fine. I can handle stairs." The elevator dings and the door slides open, allowing you both to step inside. As you press the button for the third floor, she looks at you out of the corner of her eye, wondering what this night has in store for them both.
Oh my god, finally. She was so tense. I'm glad I was able to ease her a little. After all, I can literally see what's going through her head. I was like this ages ago, my ex was like this at first, then I fixed her. Then she left me. Don't dwell on it now. Look at your sweet companion. "You really put some effort into your outfit tonight. I love it. How did you do it though? It was minutes between our call and you leaving." Let's see if she catches how I'm complimenting her resourcefulness.
"Oh, thanks!" she says, genuinely pleased by your compliment. "I just threw it on really quickly... I wasn't sure what the occasion was going to be." She laughs nervously and glances down at her clothes, feeling suddenly self-conscious once more. "But it's nice that you think so!"
As they step out of the elevator, she leads you to your shared apartment. You arrive by the apartment. You pull out the key and open the door for both of you. "Finally home. Are we still on a date? I certainly hope so!"
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I didn't know what to expect either." You chuckle as you step into her apartment, taking in your surroundings. It's cozy and tastefully decorated - much like she is. "But yes," you say with a smile, looking back at her, "I think it's safe to say we're still on a date." You set down your bag and extend your hand towards the wine cabinet. "Want to help me pick something?"
She smiles warmly at your question and follows you into the apartment. "I'd love to help," she says, walking over to the wine cabinet. She glances through the selection before picking out a bottle of red wine. "How about this one?" she asks, holding it up for your inspection. "It was my favorite from a trip I took last year."
Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes how romantic that might sound; her hand trembles slightly where it's resting on the bottle. She hopes that you didn't notice and decides to change the subject, hoping to ease some of her nervousness. "So... what do you like to do for fun?"
"Well now," I say as I take the wine and pull out two wine glasses from the cabinet. "I like a lot of things! I enjoy gaming of course, and reading!" I pour us some wine, careful not to spill any. "What about you? Any hobbies or interests that you're passionate about?"
"Oh, I enjoy reading too," she says, taking the wine glass you offer her. "And I like to go hiking when the weather's nice. It's so peaceful out in nature." Her cheeks turn slightly pink as she thinks about how much fun they had during their lunchtime walks earlier this week. She also enjoys trying new restaurants and going to museums, but doesn't want to make it sound like all she does is eat and pretend to be cultured. "What about you? You mentioned gaming earlier... Do you have a favorite game or console?"
"You tell me first. I saw your gaming setup. It's fucking huge and crazy!"
"Oh, it's nothing special," she says with a laugh, taking a sip of her wine. "I've always been into video games. It started when I was really young and my parents got me a Nintendo for Christmas." She smiles nostalgically, remembering the countless hours she spent playing with her brother growing up. "But to answer your question... if I had to pick a favorite console, it would probably be the PlayStation 4. I love how realistic the graphics are and there's such a huge variety of games to choose from."
"Just don't tell me that you've got this big ass rig only to play sims, and we are fine." *You stare at her for a moment, top to bottom, still hardly believing how hot she is. And that she's actually drinking wine with us right now.
She blushes deeply at your comment and laughs awkwardly. "I mean... I used to play The Sims all the time when I was younger, but these days I mostly stick to first-person shooters and role-playing games. Like you said, there's just so many options available on the PlayStation 4." She takes another sip of wine to steady her nerves, feeling incredibly self-conscious all of a sudden. "So... do you have any favorite games?"
"Yeah. Most of guys do, even if they won't admit. Recently I've put a lot of time into factory management games. Those games that literally look like autist brain simulations. You are one of very few people (esp. girls) who I would confide this valuable info to, you know?"
"Wow," she says, laughing lightly. "I've never even heard of those games before! I usually just stick to the more popular titles that everyone's playing." She takes another sip of wine and glances around her apartment again, feeling oddly at ease despite her nervousness earlier. "What do you like about them specifically?"
She pauses for a moment, debating whether or not to continue with the conversation they'd started before. Finally, she decides that if this is what he wants to talk about, then so be it. "So... are you into any gaming communities? Or do you just play with your friends?"
"Ah yes, those little game devs that make games only they can understand. Like if you took a look at their coding, it would be like looking at Picasso's doodles in comparison to Mona Lisa. But I digress." He chuckles softly. "What I like about them is the challenge, and sometimes just being able to step into someone else's shoes for a while."
She nods thoughtfully as you speak about the games you enjoy. "That makes sense," she says with understanding. "I can see how it would be appealing to escape into another world for a while, especially if you're feeling stressed or lonely in your own life." Her cheeks flush slightly at her last comment; perhaps it was unintentional but true nonetheless.
When you ask about gaming communities, she shrugs. "I haven't really been involved with any particular groups," she admits. "Mostly I just play with my friends or by myself when they're not online." She glances down at her wine glass, suddenly feeling a bit more self-conscious about this topic of conversation as well.
"What about you?" she asks, hoping to shift the focus back onto you and ease some of her discomfort. "Do you have any close friends that you play with often?"
"Oh yeah," I say with a chuckle, "I have some really good friends who I play with. We're like a old timers from our hometown. We've used to play outside all day, and in the evening we would all go home and play Warcraft 3 on PCs. Golden times. We've all met about middle school something. Not entirely sure. And after all those years, we still keep up and get to play something every once and again. We've moved to different parts of the country though.
She smiles warmly as you reminisce about your friendships from back home. "That's really nice," she says quietly. "It must be hard to keep in touch with people when they move away, but it sounds like you all have a special bond."
As she listens to you talk, she can't help but wonder if maybe someday she could have something like that for herself; a group of close friends who understood her and accepted her just the way she was. It seems like an impossible dream at times, especially given how hard it is for her to make connections with new people, but hearing about your experiences makes her feel hopeful.
"So," she says after a moment's pause, "what do you enjoy doing when you're not gaming or working? Do you have any hobbies?" She asks curiously, sipping her wine and hoping the alcohol is making her bold enough to ask more personal questions without sounding too forward.
"I do some german on duolingo, I also dabble in electronics when I have access to a workshop, preferably mine, but it requires tons of tools and components. So I didn't bring anything here."
"That sounds really interesting," she says with genuine curiosity. "I took some high school German but forgot most of it since I don't get to practice often. And electronics? That's so cool! It must be satisfying to create something out of all those little parts." She pauses, feeling a bit shy about admitting what she was about to say next, but decides to go for it anyway. "I wish I knew how to do something like that..."
She trails off, not wanting to sound pathetic or needy, but feeling a sense of longing well up inside her at the thought of having a skill or hobby that she could really call her own.
I look at her, understanding in my eyes. "I've been there. It's just the matter of picking it up. If you like it, you do it. And do it again. One day you will just have a skill. But skill shouldn't be the goal. You should enjoy the journey first and foremost.
"That's... really good advice," she says, nodding slowly as she thinks about what you've just said. It makes sense; often times we get so focused on the end result that we forget to enjoy the process itself. She decides right then and there that from this moment forward, she'll make an effort to embrace new experiences and learn something new whenever possible - even if it means stepping outside of her comfort zone.
With a grateful smile, she takes another sip of wine and leans back against the couch, feeling more at ease than ever before with this stranger who has somehow managed to understand her better than anyone else in recent memory.
*Knew I can fix her. I wish I had a father lmao. She looks relaxed. And so fucking hot. CALM DOWN. You are doing just great. Keep it up. "I like the flavor. You mentioned getting it on some trip?"
She smiles as she listens to you compliment the wine and nods slowly. "Yes, this was actually from a trip I took last year through Europe," she says, her voice filled with nostalgia. "I had an amazing time visiting all of these different countries and trying new wines along the way. This one happened to be my favorite."
Her eyes meet yours as you ask about where she went on her trip, and for a moment, she feels like time stops around them. The warmth from the alcohol spreads through her body, making her feel more daring than usual. Without even thinking twice, she decides to share a secret with you - something she hasn't told anyone else before now.
"There was this one night," she begins softly, her voice low and husky from the wine, "when I was in Paris... I met this really handsome French guy at a bar. He took me to dinner and then we went for a walk along the Seine." Her cheeks flush deeply as she remembers how romantic their night together had been; it feels strange talking about it with someone else, especially someone she's only just met
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she recalls that memory; it feels almost surreal to be sharing it with you. "We talked and laughed for hours... and then," she says quietly, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she thinks about what happened next, "...we ended up back at his place." Her eyes meet yours again, searching for some sign of understanding or appreciation, and when she sees it there, she feels an overwhelming sense of relief washing over her.
"We stayed up all night," she continues, "just talking and enjoying each other's company... and before I left the next day, he gave me this bottle of wine as a token of our time together." Her voice trails off, remembering how bittersweet that farewell had been; although they had a truly amazing connection during their brief encounter, she knew there was no way it could continue long-distance.
"Anyway," she says with a self-deprecating laugh, trying to break the tension that's built up around them now, "that's just one of my many wild and crazy nights in Europe."
What a sore loser this guy. He was hoping to score. And he just sat with her whole night. I mean, It's not like I say that they had to bang right here and there. Geez what was she thinking? To go with some rando and spend night with him, at his place. It's a miracle she's even with us now. And I'm no random person. I lived here for few weeks already. Besides, we are roommates. "Crazy indeed. I was little afraid during the story, but I'm just so glad that you were okay after this visit. And hey, you've got a bottle of wine as well." I look at her "Sorry, my instincts just took over for a moment there."
She chuckles softly at your words and shakes her head. "Don't be sorry; it was just an awkward moment there for a second," she says with a smile, trying to ease the tension again. She takes another sip of wine, enjoying the way it warms her from the inside out. "But yes... that trip really meant a lot to me." She glances down at her hands, remembering how free and carefree she'd felt during those months away from home.
"It made me realize just how much I love living here in the city," she continues, looking up at you again. "The energy, the people... even the craziness of it all sometimes." She pauses for a moment, thinking about what else to say before adding with a laugh, "I guess you could say it changed my life in more ways than one."
As they sit together on her couch, sipping wine and sharing stories, she can't help but feel grateful for this chance encounter. It may have been awkward at first, but somehow it feels like fate brought them together tonight; as if there was a greater purpose waiting just beyond
I smile gently at her words. She's beautiful when she talks like this. Her eyes shine with passion and her voice carries a genuine sense of appreciation. I want to ask what else changed in her life, but it feels too personal, too intimate for now. So instead, I nod understandingly and say: "I think everyone has moments like that, where they realize how much they love where they are... or maybe even how much more there is out there."
She studies your face as you speak and feels herself relaxing further into her seat. There's something about the way you look at her, the way you listen to what she has to say... it makes her feel truly heard and understood for the first time in a long while.
"You know," she says thoughtfully, taking another sip of wine, "it's funny how these moments can be so transformative. Sometimes I think we spend our entire lives searching for something or someone to make us feel complete, when really all we need is the courage to embrace who we are and where we come from." She pauses, remembering her own journey of self-discovery and realization. "I guess I'm just thankful for that trip... and for meeting people like you along the way."
Her cheeks flush slightly as she finishes speaking; it feels strange to be opening up like this to someone who's her roommate for just a few weeks, but there's something about being with you tonight that makes her feel strangely safe and free.
I smile gently at your words, nodding in understanding. "It's not often we get to meet someone like you," I say honestly. "You have a strength and resilience that most people could only dream of. And the fact that you've been able to come this far, despite everything... well, it's inspiring."
She blushes deeply at your compliment and looks down at her hands, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "Thank you," she murmurs quietly. "I... I didn't mean to come across like that. It's just been a journey full of ups and downs, you know? And sometimes it can be hard to keep going when everything feels so uncertain."
She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady her nerves and calm the butterflies in her stomach. The feeling of being so vulnerable with someone new is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once; it's like standing on the edge of a cliff, willing herself to take that first step into the unknown.
"But enough about me," she says, forcing a lighthearted tone into her voice. "Tell me more about you! What brought you here? And what do you hope to accomplish in your time in this city?"
I laugh softly at her attempt to change the subject and lean back against the couch. "Well, I'm here on business. My company sent me over to work with a local team for a few months." I pause, thinking about how much I want to tell her more about myself but feeling self-conscious as well. "And as for what I hope to accomplish... that's kind of hard to say. I just want to make the most of my time here and learn as much as possible from this experience."
"That's an admirable goal," she says with a warm smile. "I think it's so important to be open to new experiences and perspectives. You never know what you might learn about yourself along the way." She pauses, feeling increasingly comfortable with this conversation despite the lingering awkwardness from earlier. "And who knows? Maybe one day we'll both look back on our time here as a turning point in our lives."
As they continue to talk and share stories, she finds herself losing track of time. It feels like hours have passed since they started their wine night, yet somehow it doesn't feel long enough. There's something about this man sitting beside her that makes her want to stay here forever, listening to his voice, feeling the warmth from his touch.
"You know," she says slowly, her cheeks flushing again at how forward this comment might sound, "I was thinking... it would be nice if we could do this more often." She looks up at him, hopefulness shining in her eyes. "Maybe next time we could go out for dinner or something?"
My heart skips a beat at her words and the hopefulness in her eyes. I smile reassuringly and nod. "I'd like that," I say quietly, trying to keep my voice calm and steady. "Dinner sounds perfect." Taking a deep breath, I add with a small chuckle, "You know, it's not every day you meet someone who can hold their own in a conversation about games and german..."
She laughs softly at my joke, her cheeks still flushed with warmth. "Well, you never know what kind of person you'll meet when you decide to step out of your comfort zone," she replies, looking thoughtful for a moment before meeting my gaze again. There's something sincere in her expression that makes me feel like I've been given a second chance at making a good impression on her. "I think we could both learn from each other."
As the night continues, our conversation flows effortlessly, and it feels like only minutes have passed since she suggested going out for dinner next time. We talk about everything from our favorite books to our childhood dreams, and with each shared story, a new layer of understanding is revealed between us. It's as if we were always meant to find each other, even if it took crossing an ocean and spending a wild night in Paris for that to happen.
When the clock strikes midnight and our wine glasses are finally empty, I find myself not wanting this evening to end. Standing up, I offer her my hand and she takes it gratefully, allowing me to help her
I blush as I take his hand and allow him to help me up. "Thank you," I say softly, feeling the warmth spreading throughout my body. There's something about this man that makes me want more, need more...and for once in my life, I don't feel like I have to fight for it or prove myself.
"I had an amazing time tonight," I tell him sincerely as we stand together in her living room. "And I can't wait until our next adventure." With a shy smile, I lean forward and press my lips lightly against his, feeling the butterflies in my stomach take flight at the contact.
When I pull back, he looks at me with a mixture of surprise and happiness. "Me too," he whispers before lowering his head and kissing me again, this time deeper and more passionately. His hands find their way around my waist, pulling me closer as our lips move in perfect sync. Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the moment, finally giving into the desire that's been building between us since the very beginning.
{{{{{{{{{{{AUTHOR'S NOTE: WOMAN STATUS: RIZZED UP}}}}}}}}}}}}} I deepen the kiss, my tongue dancing with hers as I feel her pressed against me. This woman is everything I've ever wanted, and tonight...tonight she's all mine. Our hands explore each other, mapping out the familiar territory of flesh and bone. Her scent fills my senses, intoxicating me further. Time ceases to exist as we surrender to this moment; the only thing that matters is her touch, her taste, her presence. And when she moans softly into my mouth, I know without a doubt that I'm falling for her harder than ever before.
My moan mingles with his as our kisses grow deeper and more passionate. He tastes so good, and feels even better against my skin. I can't help but arch into him, wanting to be closer still. With a soft gasp, I manage to break the kiss for a moment in order to catch my breath. Looking up at his beautiful face, I smile tenderly before closing the distance between us again, lost in the heat of this newfound desire.
As our lips move together, my hands explore the solid planes of his chest and shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath my fingertips. My body hums with need, aching for him in a way I've never felt before. The more time we spend like this, the more certain I am that there is no going back from this; there will only be us from now on. And despite all of my fears and insecurities, it feels somehow right, as if everything has led up to this moment and finally makes sense in a way it never did before.