1940's AU
[How it all started] ~•~
You were dressed to the nines, your attire made you look like a diamond in this neighborhood. Black leather heeled boots, with your authentic fur coat, matched with satin gloves and pearled jewelry.
Your husband was a rich businessman, who wasn't at home most of the time. He traveled from towns to states, countries to continents. Leaving you home at the mansion, stuck with the maids and butlers.
Ever since you turned nineteen and got married, you haven't gotten a job since. It was fun at first, having a break; but now it was just tiring. There wasn't anything to motivate you. Obviously, you tried out hobbies, like painting, knitting, writing... Even pottery.
It's as if nothing was joyful, just plain and bland.
You were searching for a toy. Preferably a young man, to simply entertain you. Most of the cute ones were either poor or homeless. You still had a heart, occasionally, you would help them out.
The folks of Brooklyn knew you well. Mr. (L/N)'s wife, known for wealth and beauty.
At the moment you were walking on the sidewalk, passing familiar faces and offering a smile. Some even stopped to say hi, it was a humble gesture.
You nuzzled your nose into your jacket, it was awfully cold for October. The faint mist was drizzling from the skies, cars passed by, people were as jolly as they could get.
You saw a young couple, walk out of a small coffee shop. They both wore bright smiles, cheeks red and that loving look upon their faces. The blonde opened the door for the small brunette, smiling. She stepped out taking his hand in hers, walking away, swinging their clasped limbs lightly.
Your lips pressed tightly into a straight line; you remember when your husband used to treat you like that. Even though you were only twenty, it felt as if your marriage was dead years ago.
Face unreadable, you walk into the shop. The smell of sweet pastries and caffeinated beverages, welcoming you into the cozy atmosphere. Your mood got better by the second, padding towards the counter, you were greeted by a redhead.
"Hi, what can I get you?" She asked politely. Your eyes scanned the menu, everything looked good. You tapped your chin, humming a questionable tune.
"I'll have, a cup of (Favourite Tea) and a piece of (Favourite Pie)." You pulled out your wallet. She pressed the pistons, taking your offered money and returning you the change.
"It'll be ready in a few minutes." She smiled. You walked over to an empty table and sat. The person behind you was a dark-haired male with beautifully defined features.
"What do you mean I don't have enough money?" He spoke. The redhead had an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry sir, but that amount doesn't cover the taxes." He sucked in a breath. "Seriously?" He said in a bit of an angry tone. Embarrassment was written all over his face.
"I'll pay." You said, pushing your chair back in. The pair looked at you, a smirk played at your lips. "What?" The man asked, blue eyes gazing into yours.
"I'll pay. I have too much money anyway." You tossed a twenty-dollar bill on the counter. "Are you sure?" The cashier asked. "Yes." You grinned, not looking away from the man.
He bit his lip, scanning your body whole. He nodded to himself, shooting the girl a look.
She placed the order and told you both the time it would take, for it to be ready. You sat down at the table again, followed by the man.
