Streamline - Lukas POV (Deep End Fanfic)
Pairing: Lukas Blomqvist and Scarlett Vandermeer
Original work: Deep End by Ali Hazelwood
Summary: A bunch of chapters from Lukas' POV, starting from the first time they met (which Scarlett, admitedly, does not remember)
Next is a snippet of the first chapter. You can read the full work on AO3
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Chapter 1: you have no memory of meeting me
“Penelope is your hostess, right?” I ask, breaking the ice.
“Oh yeah. She’s been really nice. Are you friends with her?” She finally looks back at me.
“Yes—she’s my girlfriend, actually.” Her eyes shift at that, with slight surprise or realization.
“Oh, right! She mentioned you, I remember now. The prodigy Swiss swimmer?”
I hold back a snort. “It does not shock me that’s how she introduced me. I suppose that was me, yes. Though I’m Swedish.”
She blushes and presses her lips together. Cute.
“I’m so sorry. I’m certain she said the correct nationality, but she introduced me to, like, a million people today, so it’s all mixed in my head right now.”
“A million people?”
“I—it’s—it’s just a hyperbole. But in my defense, it did feel like a million.”
I nod. “I’m sure it did. Don’t worry.”
Penelope was right, she is shy. It’s kind of endearing. And I realize that my presence is probably making her uncomfortable. I’m not sure if it’s me, or men, or people in general, but I take a step back and let her check her phone in silence.
She has a picture of a hideous dog as her wallpaper, and there aren’t any notifications—yes, I am snooping—but she opens the chat app and texts someone. I don’t try to read it and instead look at her again. She is, objectively, very beautiful.
A minute later, I see Coach Sima entering the lobby.
“It’s been nice meeting you, Scarlett,” I tell her, and her gaze lifts. She blushes slightly again, probably realizing that she’d been ignoring me. It steals a smile from me. “Hopefully you’ll choose us and I’ll see you next year?”
“Oh, uhh—yeah. Maybe. Probably.” She nods, smiles awkwardly. “Nice meeting you, too.”
I almost chuckle, because I know she doesn’t mean that in the slightest. But I nod and wave at Coach Sima as he approaches us, leaving her with him.
