Y/n a twenty-something-year-old is living out her life like any other day on her farm. Until one day, her whole life is turned upside down when she meets this incredibly mysterious woman at her favourite coffee shop.
Mostly fluff with a bit of angst...
I hear the shower stop running and a few seconds later the door opens. I hear steps in the room and look up from the stove to see a very naked Elizabeth Olsen in a towel.
"Smells good in here. I'm surprised you didn't burn them." She jokes.
"I'm a very good cook thank you very much," I say proudly and roll my eyes at her comment. She stands there for a moment and then speaks.
"As much as I would love to stand here in a towel all day, I would love some clothes." She says and I realize I didn't give her any.
"Oh my, it completely slipped my mind. Come to my room and you can pick something out." I gesture for her to follow me and she does.
"Do you want something comfy or stylish?"
"Definitely comfy. It's pretty warm out today too though." Lizzie says.
I scrounge through my closet and find something that will look perfect on her and still be comfy. I pick out a pair of black sports shorts and a blue tie-dye hoodie that matches her eyes.
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(this is the outfit that was picked out)
I hand her the clothes and she nods in approval. I walk out to allow her to change. I get back to the kitchen and finish making the last couple of pancakes. I get out some juice from the fridge and set the table.
I hear the door open again and look up to see Lizzie in my clothes. How strange is this to see. She looks extremely cute though. She tied her hair up into a messy bun with a few pieces handing out.
"Perfect timing," I say. "You ready for breakfast?"
"Ugh yes. That shower felt so good too." She says and sits down at the table.
"I'm glad!" I sit down too and scotch my chair in. I pick up my fork and take a pancake off the plate in between us. I observe Lizzie as she takes a pancake, drowning it in syrup.
"Are you gonna have any pancake with that syrup." I joke and she laughs, taking a bit of her pancake. Her eyes light up and she nods in approval.
