Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Summary: they made eye contact once in the convenience store and now she can't stop thinking about him Rating: G
The pillows are ridiculously warm on both sides tonight, and even though the thermostat reads 21°C, the air swirling around the room feels nothing close to the temperature; if anything, it feels much closer to 35°C. She heaves out a sigh.
"This is ridiculous," she murmurs quietly as she tosses her blanket aside and swings her legs out of bed, marching downstairs to fetch herself a glass of water.
The scene from this afternoon replays in her mind, the ice cubes clinking merrily inside the glass every time she moves the glass in circular motion, the same array of thoughts haunting her nerves—the blond haired man; the absence of smile on his face; the ridiculous amount of lobster flesh he hoarded in the basket; the air of indifference emitted from all over himself; his brown eyes.
She had never seen him before. Is he new? Maybe she could ask Connie or Jean tomorrow, if they know anything about the mysterious man.
She presses a hand on her temple. No. No. They probably don't know him. This is a terrible idea to ask them. A small sigh escapes her mouth. Why does she care so much about him?
Bringing the glass to her mouth, she closes her eyes in an attempt to discard the image of the handsome man from her mind. She swallows the water in one big gulp.
Back in bed, her mind still preoccupied with the ghost of the brown eyed man — evidently unable to remove him from her mind — coupled with the incessant nagging of her heart to make an effort to look for him when morning arrives, she picks up the pillow nearest to her reach and hauls it over to her face. She screams into it.
Just as the scream dies down, the bedside table trembles from the force of her vibrating phone. She flails her hand and pats down the surface, reaching for her phone. Once the phone makes its way to her her grasp, she shoves the pillow aside and scans the Notification Center. A text message from Jean.
"What does Jean want at 3AM?" she says with a grunt.
Upon reading the message, her eyes widen in exhilaration. Surprise mingled with disbelief. She reads it three more times, just to be sure.
Hey, Niccolo from Economics wants your number. Can I give it to him? Tall guy, no smile, blond. He saw you at Konbini earlier today.
"Niccolo, huh."
more NiccoSasha fics on my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64988437/chapters/167080744