𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚝
taglist; @whatcjdidnext, @nestsfordays, @acrackonthedoll, @anniebunnies, @babybirding, @sabrinasbabydoll, @millyslillies 𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 again inspired by a c.ai bot which i'm working on right now, i'll link it when i post it on the app. cw: fem!oc, jack x oc, university student, age gap. Giselle(oc) will be 19 going on 20 and jack is 32 so if it bothers you this is your warning :) also i be adding ai pictures of girls because i feel weird fancasting with real people so that's that. <3 part 2 here
Jack was known not be messed around. He was a manager at Café dé París capable of pulling strings most club owners would give anything to have access to. And so a ladies’ man and a successful businessman, most everyone in the Soho night scene knew him.
He never expected to find himself in love in all seriousness. Especially not the kind of love that’d make him want to settle down and have a family kind of love, but good lord…
It was still early in the day, right after twelve when he saw her. Beautiful, enchanting even. He found himself doing the very thing he’d laugh at other men for doing - ditching his mates and running after a stranger across the street.
“Miss! Excuse me! Miss!”
Meanwhile, Giselle walked out of her apartment building, leaving to go catch the bus to go to university, counting pieces of papers in her folder. Her long red hair was neatly tied up in a ponytail behind her as it were most days, black and white checker proportion pants and a white sleeveless blouse, an attempt to keep cool at the suffocatingly hot classrooms that barely ever got any air in them. Though the commotion behind her caught her attention.
She turned around guarded to look at the mostly empty pavement to see a man in a white shirt and black pants, one that clearly wasn't wearing his jacket given the way the outfit seemed unfinished. She looked at the man confused as his eyes lit up when she turned to look at him, placing her folder and book in her shoulder bag. '' Miss- blimey...'' Jack was about to speak but stopped when her reached his eyes raking over her face, I mean.... The woman was heaven sent from afar but now... now he felt like he was in the divine's presence. He must've looked a fool how he was staring at her face, eyes darting at each of her characteristics, one somehow even more beautiful than the other and then when he looked back, somehow even more gorgeous again...
"I um... I didn't mean to bother you I just- well I saw you across the street and just- Jesus you're beautiful."
Giselle looked at him her eyebrows contorting with expressions from confused to flattered but clearly not knowing how to respond. Jack took a deep breath through his nose still looking at her noticing her expression changing.
''Oh where are my manners, love forgive me. Name's Jack.'' Jack extended his hand and Giselle shook it still kind of confused.
''Giselle...''
''Oh Giselle what a beautiful name...''
''Thank you.''
''I was wondering Giselle, do you go out?'' Idiot. He immediately regretted that question. God, could he sound any more dumb in front of her. ''Go out?''
''Yeah, well you know at night, for a drink. But we're in Soho of course you do.'' Giselle nodded. How was she supposed to even respond to that? Say yes, say that she's never been? She'd sound ridiculous. ''What I'm trying to say is, I would love to buy you a drink whenever you have the time. Even tonight I'd love to.''
The girl looked up at him taken aback. She was starting to get questions in her head, ones that made her snap out of whatever trance she was previously in.
''Do you usually run up to people on the street and ask them out?'' Jack's brows shot up in surprise, he himself snapping out of it with that sentence coming back down to earth to realize how odd this must look but by now it was too late to go back. He went to fix his jacket only to figure he'd left it with his mates at the cafe across the street. ''Do I?'' ''You're asking me?" Giselle crossed her arms making him chuckle a little. ''Witty... But no, I don't usually chase after girls. " ''Right... And how many believe that when you tell them so?''
''Oh, Giselle come on you have to believe me here, I ditched my friends-'' Giselle started walking again and he instantly fell into step by her. ''-and-and my jacket! And it was a good jacket, Giselle- Love come on..." Jack stood right in front of her now stopping her from walking further away. The man would get on her knees if it meant getting her to say yes to go out with her -hell to even take her house number- though he hoped it wouldn't get to that...
''I don't know what you expect me to say or do about any of the things you're telling me, mate..."
"Say yes''
''To what?!''
''To going out with me. Come on darling I'll get you the best champagne you want, at the best table at whatever place you want. I'll call in sick to take you out.''
''You'll call in sick to take out a stranger?''
''We may be strangers now love but I'm calling my mum when I get home to tell her I've found my wife."
''Good for you.'' Giselle went to walk away again. Jack panicked, she couldn't possibly leave! He grabbed a book from her opened bag reading the exterior. '' Midwifery and newborn care..." Giselle's eyes widened, her hand shooting up to grab the book from his hand yet the height difference were at her disadvantage making her unable to reach him as he raised his arms flipping through the pages. ''You make quite a few notes- why's the baby blue?'' He looked closer at a drawn picture of a newborn swollen and it's skin more transparent than normal, giving her the opportunity to take her book back, snatching it from his hands.
''Because it's anemic. And you have terrible manners...''
''Go out with me.'' Giselle scoffed shoving her book back in her back and holding it closed as she stopped right in front of the bus stop, the perfect timing.
''No.'' She quickly got on taking her sit after checking her ticket. Jack quickly knocked on her window by her.
''What will I tell me mum if you don't say yes?!!''
''I don't care!'' Giselle shook her head, settling in her seat, her voice muffled through the window.
Jack didn't get to get another word out as the bus started its engine and left. He huffed shoving his hands in his pockets walking back to the cafe across the street and sitting down more annoyed at himself for not going on about it right than he was defeated. His friend, Mike was chewing on a toothpick laughing under his moustache as Jack sat down.
''Shut up.''
''What were you thinking?!'' Mike laughed more wiping the tears from his eyes having just witnessed his friend getting his arse handed to him on a silver plate.
''I wasn't. And if you'd seen her face you wouldn't have either.''
''If you say so. But mate come on...'' Jack glared back at Mike putting his jacket back on. ''What?''
''You're 32 mate.''
''Yeah..'' Jack looked at Mike as if he were stupid. Of course he knew his own age. ''She took the bus to the Brentford universities, The girl can't be older than 21...''
''And? Most girls that flirt with meat the club are freshly 18.''
''She probably is too... Though she didn't really flirt with you--'' Mike was cut out by his own wheezing making Jack scowl before he made the connection.
''Brentford.. Mike you genius! She's studying midwifery at Brentford!'' Mike looked at him confused.
''She had a midwifery uni book. Something about anemic babies... Oh Mike you absolute genius...''
part 2 here