INVISIBLE STRING ― pedro pascal

-MESSAGES, REAL LIFE

Mi Princesa💞🥰❤️‍🔥
I'm gooood
Talked about you today:)

Pedro
Oh?
Good things I hope?

Mi Princesa💞🥰❤️‍🔥
Of course.
I have nothing negative
to think about you,
let alone say about you.
Favorite smoothie flavor?

Pedro
Interesting question 😂
And the same goes
for you.
Nothing but good things 💕
Hmmmm
Tropical

Mi Princesa💞🥰❤️‍🔥
Like
Mango and stuff?
That's a good choice:)
I love those
Mine is
hahahah
You're gonna judge me
It's matcha mango

Pedro
God
That's disgusting
Couldn't you say berry?
Weirdo 😂😂

Mi Princesa💞🥰❤️‍🔥
I love berry too
And banana 😩😩
Open your door

Pedro
Wym
Wait are you here?

Pedro jumped up from his bed, down the hall and past the living room to the front door. Opening with a wide smile, his face brightened at Willow's sudden appearance.

"Well hey there, Momma."

"Hi," Willow giggled, holding out a drink. "It's a smoothie. I got you tropical before you even said it, I just had a feeling it would be."

"A little late for smoothies, isn't it? Where'd you even find a place open this late?"

"It's New York," Willow raised an eyebrow, sipping her own. "Can I come in?"

"Oh, yeah," Pedro chuckled, moving back and letting her in.

She examined his living room carefully. Dark furniture and rugs, plants scattered around different spots, magazines tossed on the coffee table. A family-sized dining table in the kitchen opposite the living room, big enough for guests but not enough to be intimidating.

Cozy, inviting, warm, sophisticated; everything she would describe him as showed through in his decor.

Pedro smiled gently at her awed face, looking over framed photos on a wall; his mother, sisters, brother, father, friends.

"I like your style," she glanced back at him. "It's very...you."

"Thank you?" He phrased it as a question, and she walked closer to him.

"Sorry I just came by."

"Don't be sorry." He reached his free hand out, resting it on her cheek gently. "I love having you around. I can't believe you've never been here before."

Willow half-shrugged. "Yeah, me either," she leaned her head into his hand. "Happy I am, though."

"Me too."

His hand didn't move, and he found himself glancing at her lips, wanting to taste her again. He wondered if she tasted the same.

"I—I need to..." He inhaled a shaky breath, taking a step back and dropping his hand. He drank from his smoothie, watching her.

"Sorry," she breathed out. "I didn't mean to—"

"You didn't," he shook his head. "You're just—wanna sit down?"