A/N: I’m back!!!!!!! It’s impressive, I know. I didn’t write a request because I left town for the weekend and forgot my requests notebook at home, so I decided to write something related to my vintage aesthetics love. Hope you enjoy this and I promise I will post a lot once again!! :)
The moment Peter saw you for the first time, he knew he was whipped.
He had never felt anything similar before -it was one look at you all it took for him to believe that there was no one in the whole world who could be more beautiful.
It had all happened quickly and that is why Peter believed it was destiny.
You were sitting on a booth in a café, a book in your hands. A coffee was in front of you, already cold. You had completely forgotten about it as you had submerged yourself into the book.
Peter had waited for half an hour before ordering anything so the café would fill up. Once there were no empty booths, he finally ordered a hot chocolate and approached you, a lump on his throat while he tried not to panic.
‘’Hey’’ he whispered. He cleared his throat softly and spoke louder, seeing you hadn’t heard him. ‘’Hey. I’m sorry to interrupt you, but would you mind if I sat here? There are no empty seats in the whole café.’’
You had risen your head up when your heard him speak, and he couldn’t stop staring at your eyes. You looked around before answering and smiled softly.
‘’Yes, of course’’ you told him.
He sat in front of you and took a book out of his bag so he would have something to do. You took one glance at his book and smiled.
‘’I love Hamlet’’ you told him. ‘’Are you reading it for school?’’
Peter didn’t realise that you were talking to him at first and he turned around, expecting somebody to be behind him. He then realised that he was holding a copy of Hamlet on his hands and scratched his neck, his cheeks pink.
‘’Uh, no’’ he said softly. ‘’My aunt said this was really good, so I thought I’d give it a go.’’
‘’Well,’’ you said, ‘’you aunt is a wise woman. I really like it. I know Romeo and Juliet is more famous, but I think the writing in Hamlet is better. I hope you enjoy it.’’
He nodded his head and continued reading, looking at you every now and then.
He didn’t realise you writing something on a napkin and putting your book in your bag. He did notice the moment you got up from the booth, and he reprimanded himself for not having said anything else.
Before he could say goodbye, you gave him a folded napkin.
‘’If you want, you can send me a message when you finish Hamlet and we can meet to talk about it’’ you said. ‘’It’s up to you.’’
You left the café before he had the chance to say anything else, a huge grin on his face.
That night, Peter finished Hamlet, and he counted the minutes till morning so he could text you and tell you about the Danish prince, eager to see you again.
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