aurélien but his hands itching to find your own. but he only sits quiet, sipping on his drink and moping.
he's usually certain and calculating, on and off the pitch. rarely is there hesitation. and yet for some reason he can only purse his lips and chew them till he's sure they’re bleeding.
what does he even say? his brain is muddled, surrounded by only thoughts of you. You’re beautiful do you know that? you should. he'd tell you a thousand times over.
more than just a pretty face, youre so polite it gives him whiplash. please and thank yous, unsure of where to sit unless someone tells you. only introducing yourself when asked, other wise simply observing.
you had told a little story of a bad lay over when the topic came up and he didnt take his eye off you for a moment. you had smiled sweetly, asking him if he had any storied of his own. its so over isnt it.
the lights of this club- restaurant, whatever, are dimmed. theres so many people mingling about now. waiters and staff running back and forth to his table. eduardo is narrating a story, hands flying around while people laugh at each rise and fall of his eye brows. table now crowed as players models influencers and other variants of people fight to be center stage on the dwindling space on the booth seats.
he pays no real mind to all this. aurélien is a simple guy. the social politics that get attached to something as simple as a night out do not impress him. hes not here for that. he knows many relish the chance, flourish even. but youre much more interesting.
he gets thrown back into the action when eduardo cackles. aurélien knows the story, well enough he thinks he could turn to you and finish it off with his eyes closed. would you listen?
in full honesty he doesn’t remember how you found a place in the booth, sitting next to him. its your first time. hed remember someone like you. you know someone here, he knows that much. but who eludes him. could be anyone, and thats what makes him nervous.
he thinks its whats keeping him from making a proper move on you.
you lean against the table, stifling a laugh as eduardo now wields a spoon as a makeshift prop. he shakes his head fondly, this is the good part.
you meet his gaze, giving him a timid smile, resting your head on your hand. the other checking the time on your phone befre it goes face down on the table.
jude comes back, wide smile as he snickers at the little impromptu show. he scoots up right next to you, planting a kiss to your cheek while you look away, flustered and gently swatting his arm playfully.
oh aurélien is in trouble tonight.
