Some Fries & Some Good Company
Your friend introduces you to Florence at a party.
Note: The silly name makes sense if you read it, I promise. It’s some classic fluff. I hope you enjoy!
“Hey, I have someone I want you to meet!” Your friend, Diana, shouts out you over the music, grabbing your hand to make you follow her.
You wind through the crowd until you get to the edge of the room, keeping your head down all the way to not lose your friend.
“This is that friend I was telling you about, Florence!” You hear Diana’s voice say. Florence? Like the Florence?
You look up and there she is. Florence Pugh. You knew your friend had worked with her, but you had no idea she’d be at this party tonight.
“Hello!” She stands to greet you. “I’m Florence!”
You smile at her, trying your best to speak but the words just don’t come out.
“This is y/n,” Diana introduces you. “She’s a bit shy,” she says with a laugh.
You put your hand out for her to shake, but she takes it and pulls you in for a hug.
“It’s so great to meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you,” Florence says hugging you tightly and pulling back with a smile. You feel instantly more at ease after being held by her.
“It’s good to meet you too,” you finally speak and her grin gets even wider.
“Okay, I’ve got to run and talk to some more people but y’all have fun!” And with that, your friend is off and you’re left alone with Florence.
“Do you have a drink?” She asks and you shake your head. “Come with me.” She takes your hand and you try not to freak out at more physical contact with her.
She leads you to the next room and it’s quieter, much to your relief. You can still hear the music playing, but it’s a much more normal volume.
“It’s just too loud in there,” Florence says.
“Agreed. I don’t usually come to these parties, even when my friend invites me,” you say.
“Well I’m glad you decided to come tonight,” Florence replies, and then she gets a super excited look on her face. “Oh I love this song!”
She all but jumps in excitement as she sways to the music. You smile at her adorableness.
“Do you know this song?” She asks after a minute of swaying in her spot.
“I don’t. But I think I like it,” you reply.
“So, y/n, what do you do for a living? I think I was told you’re a writer?” Florence asks.
“Of sorts, yeah. I’m more of an accountant with a writing hobby. I guess I know what you do,” you say with a smile and she nods.
“I write too, actually. Songs most often. Poetry sometimes I guess you could say,” Florence explains.
“That’s awesome, Florence. I wish I could write songs. I’ve always had a passion for music, but no talent for it. Short stories and poetry are more my thing,” you say.
“I love that,” Florence replies, and you both stand there in silence for a minute but it’s not awkward. Not at all actually.
“Hey, do you maybe want to get out of here?” Florence asks you.
“Oh um, sure. Let me just tell Diana I’m leaving,” you reply.
You both make your way back through the party and you stop to tell Diana you are leaving. She wiggles her eyebrows and teases you when say you’re leaving with Florence.
You walk outside and see Florence standing by a car.
“Did you drive here?” She asks. You shake your head no and she moves to open the passenger car door for you. “Are you okay riding with me?”
“Definitely. Just make sure you drive on the right side of the road,” you joke and she lets out a ‘ha’ laughing sound. She rounds the car to get in the drivers seat.
“You’re funny, y/n. I like you,” she says as she puts the car in drive.
You ride in a comfortable silence until Florence decides to ask you more about yourself. You tell her about your hometown and your friends and your family. And she tells you about hers too.
When she pulls up to a Wendy’s drive thru you can’t help but let out a laugh.
“This is where you wanted to go?” You ask her and she nods seriously.
“Yeah. I wanted some fries… and some good company,” she says the last part softly, kindly.
“As long as we get Frostys too to dip the fries in,” you say and she looks at you like it’s the craziest thing she’s ever heard.
“What?” Florence asks, her accent extremely English in her confusion.
“You know it’s like fries and a milkshake, but it’s better because Frostys are so good,” you explain.
“I’ve never heard of that. But yes we’re doing it,” Florence beams at you.
She orders the two of you Frostys and fries and you eat them in the parking lot together. She loves the fries dipped in the Frosty as you suspected she would.
As you are finishing up your food, you notice Florence’s gaze looking you over a bit. You look at her shyly and she tears her eyes from you.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I was just admiring your beauty.”
Your cheeks turn a deep red instantly at her words.
“Thank you. Um- you probably hear it all the time but you are so beautiful,” you reply and her cheeks turn red as well.
“Actually, I don’t get ‘beautiful’ very often. It’s usually less meaningful words. Thank you for saying that,” Florence says.
“I only speak the truth,” you say.
“As do I,” Florence replies. “Do you think you maybe would want to spend some more time together? I’ve had a lot of fun tonight just being with you and would love to do it again.”
“Yes, that would be great,” you say, feeling the fluttering in your stomach increase in a good way.
“I’ll take you home now, if that’s okay?” Florence asks.
“Sure. It’s just a bit outside of town,” you reply.
As Florence drives to your house, she puts her hand on the center console between the two of you and it takes everything in you not to reach over and place your hand in hers. But you aren’t sure if Florence wants to spend time together as friends or as more than that.
“Here we are,” you say as Florence turns into your driveway. She puts the car into park and turns to face you. “Thank you for driving me home.”
“Of course, y/n,” she says and you start to move to get out, but her gentle hand on your arm stops you. “Are you- is it- ugh I don’t know the right way to ask you this,” Florence rambles out.
“It’s okay,” you ease her worries and she finds the words to say to you.
“When I said I wanted to spend more time with you, I meant like possibly in a more than friends sort of way. But if you aren’t into me or anything like that we can just be friends. I want to be friends with you either way but-”
“Florence,” you cut her off, shifting closer to her. “I like you in a more than friends sort of way.”
“You do?” She asks. Hope fills her tone.
“Absolutely. That’s why I couldn’t hardly speak when I met you earlier. I just wasn’t sure if you liked me, so I didn’t make the first move,” you explain.
“Let me make another move then,” Florence says before she connects her lips with yours in a kiss. You easily fall into a rhythm with her and you love the feeling of her soft lips on yours.
“Do you want to come inside?” You ask her once you both break for air. Her hand rests in your hair and you stay close to one another.
“I would love to,” Florence replies, her eyes shining with passion.
As you awake the next morning with Florence snuggled into your chest, you make a mental note to thank your friend because she really knew what she was doing when she introduced you to Florence last night.
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