Once Over
You nodded, looking back at her with a smile.
She blushes a little and to your surprised curiosity starts to fidget with the hem of her jacket.
“Hey y/n” she says tilting her head. “Surprised to see you here” she adds a hint of something nervous in her voice.
“Mmm” you breathe wiping the grease off your hands with the rag that’s stuffed into your jeans pocket.
“So what is this?” she take a few awkward steps towards you. She lets out a soft huff before tucking her hands into her pockets then promptly removing them and folding them across her chest. You smile internally at how nervous her deliberate actions seem to be.
“You got yourself a bike?” she says a smirk playing on her lips.
You can’t help the half smile that creeps onto your face. “Yea. Second hand. Or third…it’s a little old and needs work.”
“Well somebody’s got a type,” she says nonchalantly this time with a full smile that exposes her teeth.
You throw the dirty rag at her and she catches it with ease. She thinks she may have overstepped a boundary when you say nothing. But there is a glimmer in your eye that reminds her of the you that made her want to change everything about herself. Something that made her want to try.
You throw one leg over the bike and lean forward to hold onto the handlebars. Internally you scold yourself for having spent too much money on essentially a rust bucket. Talk about impulse buys.
“She needs a lot of work” you sigh as you lean back. You’re acutely aware of her eyes following your every movement, though you try not to think about it.
Or her.
Or how much you wanted nothing more than to have her move much closer to you.
Natasha hums.
It was then you made the mistake of looking at her. Sure enough she was staring at you with those eyes. Soft and inviting. Despite everything they glowed and you find yourself captivated.
You cough to cover up your embarrassment and clamber, not very gracefully, off the bike. “What?” you add hoping that the question would buy you some time for your brain to reform from the mush that it had melted into.
“Oh…nothing” she half smiles as she takes pity on you and shifts her eyes to her boots.
“Chance” you say after a beat to break the awkward silence.
“‘scuse me?”
“I’m calling her Chance” you say straightening out the creases in your pants and walk towards her.
You’re standing closer to her than you have in a while. She lets out a sigh of relief.
“Funny name for a girl” she knocks against your shoulder with hers.
“Could’ve been worse” you reply bumping her back then mirroring her pose.
Nat hums in contemplation and you find yourself missing that low throaty sound.
“…as in second or last?” she half whispers clearing her throat softly.
“I haven’t gotten that far yet” you reply.
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