"Why Dublin?" Lizzie asked me, cupping her coffee mug in a small garden café we had found, her legs crossed on the couch-like seat and her hair pushed behind her ears.
"It's stupid," I laughed, shaking my head.
"No, go on," she giggled, "I'm interested."
"My favourite author sets all her books in Dublin and Trinity College," I laughed.
"Sally Rooney?" she asked.
"Yeah, do you know her?" I smiled.
She nodded and hummed, coffee in her mouth, "I love Conversations with Friends, it's one of my favourite books."
"No shit, I have a quote from the book tattooed on my spine," I beamed, smiling wide at her.
"Really? Can I see it?" she asked - a smile like my own on her lips.
"I'm not getting my bare back out in this café," I giggled.
"Okay touché," she laughed, "maybe another time."
I hummed a smirk and nodded, looking down into my cup with a giddiness in my chest, "what about you? Why Dublin?"
"I don't know," she replied, "it's a really pretty campus and I desperately wanted to get out of the US."
"Did you grow up in New York then?" I asked.
"LA," she corrected.
"That's pretty cool," I smiled, "what's it like?"
"Ummm, it's very hot," she giggled, "it's really nothing special."
"I'd love to go to LA, I feel like it would be a fun cultural experiment," I decided.
"We'll go," she nodded, "I'll bring you home at some point."
"Do you often bring home girls you've just met?" I laughed.
"I've never bought a girl home," she mumbled.
"So what makes me so special?" I smirked.
"I don't know yet, I just have a feeling we're going to be really close," she replied without a doubt in her words.
I hummed and nodded, feeling a blush rising up my neck and settling on my cheeks.
"Do you um- do you drink?" I asked nervously.
"Like ... alcohol?" she laughed awkwardly.
"No Lizzie, do you drink water?" I smirked.
"Nope," she smirked back, "but yes, I do drink alcohol, why?"
Ask her for a drink.
"Um-"
Ask her for a drink Y/N.
"Do you- have you been to the club?"
"Do you want to be more specific?" she giggled.
"Volks," I specified, "the one by the shopping centre."
"No, I haven't; my friends don't really go clubbing much, I feel like I'm massively past clubbing age anyway," she smiled softly, subtly placing her hand on the table in front of me.
I reached my hand out and slowly brushed my pinkie against the soft skin of her own.
"How old are you? If you don't mind me asking," I smiled back.
"How old are you?" she deflected.
"21," I replied, "your go now."
"23," she nodded, "I feel like a fucking pensioner."
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Fade Into You
Fanfiction"Are you about to kiss me?" Lizzie whispered. "Do you want me to kiss you?" I asked, a small smile on my lips as we sat much too close for this to be anything else. She exhaled out of her nose and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know if I like girl...
