Wrong Number (Pedro Pascal)

Chapter 6: Meeting in Person

A/N: 

Hi guys! thank you for reading. Just to let you know, chapter 7 will be the last one, but don't worry. I'm preparing a new fic :)

Pedro and you had eagerly arranged to meet in person, the anticipation building with every passing day. The chosen meeting spot was a cozy café nestled in a bustling neighborhood, a place where you could share a quiet conversation and enjoy each other's company.

As you walked into the café, your heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. You scanned the room, searching for the face that had become so familiar to you through messages and phone calls. And there he was, standing near the entrance, his eyes lighting up as they met yours.

Pedro's smile widened as he approached you, his steps filled with a mix of eagerness and uncertainty. The air around you seemed charged with electricity, and time momentarily stood still as the two of you locked eyes.

But just as you were about to exchange greetings, a sudden commotion erupted from a nearby table. A fan had recognized Pedro, their voice rising with excitement, "Oh my goodness, you're Pedro Pascal!"

You watched as Pedro's expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and resignation crossing his face. With a sigh, he turned towards the fan, offering a warm smile. "Yes, that's me," he admitted, his voice filled with a touch of reluctance.

The fan's enthusiasm grew, and they approached Pedro, gushing about his performances and requesting a photo. Pedro graciously obliged, his eyes meeting yours briefly as if seeking reassurance.

Once the fan had retreated, Pedro turned back to you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I need to be honest with you," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "My name is Pedro Pascal. I'm an actor, and I didn't want to reveal my true identity at first. I wanted you to get to know me as just me."

You stood there, stunned by the revelation. The realization washed over you, bringing a mix of emotions—surprise, confusion, and a touch of awe. The man you had connected with, the one who had captured your heart through words and conversations, was none other than the renowned actor Pedro Pascal and then it clicked, Bruno and Pedro.

"You're Pedro Pascal?" you finally managed to utter, your voice barely above a whisper.

Pedro nodded, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. "Yes, I am. I understand if this changes things between us. I should have been honest from the beginning, and I'm sorry."

For a moment, silence enveloped the space between you. But then a smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a mix of surprise and acceptance. "Pedro Pascal or Jose, it doesn't change how I feel about you," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "I've come to know the person behind the name, and that's what matters to me."

Pedro's face softened, relief evident in his eyes. He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

As the two of you sat down at a nearby table, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the genuine connection that had been forged over countless conversations. In that moment, you realized that sometimes, unexpected twists in life could lead to the most beautiful beginnings.

You took a deep breath, gathering the courage to address the connection you had just made. "Pedro, I think I'm your nephews' teacher," you admitted, your voice filled with a mixture of astonishment and curiosity.

Pedro nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you are," he confirmed, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and affection. "Bruno and Pedro have mentioned their Spanish teacher, and it didn't take long for me to connect the dots."