blondie | valtteri bottas [COMPLETED]

forget-me-nots | 07

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'do you remember that film? the one i used to be obsessed with?' they had finished eating the little starters when they just decided to go on a walk around. it was truly beautiful.

'the one you used to pretend to understand?' valtteri replied back tacitly, knowing exactly what she was talking about. through the olive trees was a long time favourite of dima's, the only drawback to watching it was that neither of them spoke persian, and their english was limited at the time so could not understand the subtitles. it was visually pleasing to them both.

dima sent him a sharp look in a 'really?'. she shook her head.

valtteri gave her a knowing glance as they continued to walk through the fields. dima was convinced after a few seconds of silence.

'to be fair, i didn't know that it was in persian, i just thought it was posh arabic. possibly a dialect i didn't know. it is quite a bit similar no?' her accent slipped slightly, her lebanese roots lacing her words.

'i dont speak either language. i think the subtitles were fine.' valtteri commented as he moved a branch that would have been in her way. she wasn't exactly short, but she was shorter than him and the thorns on the branch didn't look appealing to have on one's face.

valtteri looked to the side to see the vast distance of the woods and just sat there admiring its beauty when he noticed dima's presence, or lack thereof.

he turned around to see her leant against the forget-me-nots that seemed to shroud them. she had a thoughtful expression adorning her face and valtteri felt like taking a picture of her. and so he did. he felt a little guilty, since he hadn't asked for her permission but he couldn't resist. she looked ethereal with her white quaint dress in the finnish sunshine surrounded by blue forget me nots.

valtteri felt like asking what had her thinking so deeply.

'dima?' he felt like breaking the silence between them.

she glanced at him in acknowledgement, urging him to continue as she gently caressed the flower.

'i see you remembered.' he felt a little ironic, referring to the common blue forget-me-nots. a smile lit dima's face slightly, her left dimple covered by a few strands of hair come loose.

'how could i forget?' looks like they both wanted to be poetic today.

forget-me-nots were her favourite type. rather simple but she just loved it's simplicity. it's name helped her like for it even more, heh, forget me not.

she remembered the first time she planted the forget me nots in her garden, with valtteri by her side begging her to hurry up or else they'd miss watching an ice hockey game. they have long moved out of the house, as her family had rented it. but she suddenly wanted to see if the flowers were still there.

the picnic basket was almost forgotten in the moment, with the man and the women crouched by the flowers, just looking at them in silence.

after some time, dima got her phone out and took a picture, not wanting to forget the moment. she would post it later. or maybe not.

'do you want to eat?' his question was immediately backed up by the sound of her stomach rumbling loud enough as confirmation. she would have been embarrassed, but this was valtteri.