Info - Timothée being touchy, complimenting hands, jealousy
"You're killing it with these designs," he said as he looked through my sketch book. "No one is doing it like you."
"To be honest, I feel a kinship with you. I had a few jobs here and there and then suddenly I blew up. I was getting requests for all sorts of things. I love taking on jobs no one will expect of me," I smiled.
"This is why we're mind mates," he chuckled and leaned back in the booth. He was so friendly, and touchy, and kind. It was hard to believe he had a girlfriend with the way he acted, but he wouldn't lie.
"I need the restroom," he said.
"Need me to hold your stuff? I wouldn't want anything to happen to it."
He gave me an odd look.
"No one ever asked to hold my things for me," he said with surprise.
"Well I am," I smiled.
"Yeah, yeah thanks," he said as he walked away. I kept a firm grip on his coat and white umbrella. When he came back he thanked me again. Our hands brushed as I gave him his things.
"You've got really pretty hands. I need to show you some ring dealers, you've got the perfect hands for some of the styles I know," he said, picking up my hand to examine it. I hoped he didn't feel how my skin had heated considerably.
"Thanks," I said. Before I could say anything else Timothée looked at his phone.
"Girlfriend is outside waiting for me, sorry to cut this short," he said, gathering his things.
"No problem," I said with disappointment.
"I'm thinking number three for Friday," he said before leaving and I nodded. I watched him leave the restaurant in the rain. He met a very pretty blonde and kissed her deeply. The giddy look in his eyes changed everything, I would never think of him as a boy who didn't have a girlfriend ever again.
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Long Timothee Chalamet Stories
FanfictionNoticed when I made them into Singular books they weren't doing too well so I'll just put them all together. These are all Fanfictions about Timothee and you that are over five parts. Lots of different scenarios. I hope you enjoy.
