baked | timothée chalamet

three, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

"If you embarrass me like I will run. I will run and leave you here alone." she pointed her finger in my face and we both giggled to each other.

"I'm kidding! I really want a picture with them though." I said.

"Ask."

"You ask!"

"Your store."

"I have social anxiety!" I pleased.

"You opened up a business!"

"I'm baby!"

"Come on, you talked to Pete ask him first, then ask someone easier like Kenan or Timothée." she advised.

"What about Kid Cudi?" I said even softer.

"That would obviously be the hardest one to ask-"

"Hey!" I said to Kid Cudi, and Timothée, mostly Timothée. "How can I help you--both?" I glanced at Kid Cudi, but once my eyes were on him they couldn't leave. An actual icon was standing before me in my own store!

Simone and I were quick to assist his every need; Simone surprisingly took a good hold of the conversation with him. I'm so jealous of her confidence. I would be way too nervous to talk to him. On the other side of her, Mia was helping out the others.

"Anything else I can get you?" I asked Timothée. He's also so very gorgeous, and I couldn't believe he was here.

"Sure, what's your favorite coffee here?" he smiled making me more nervous than I expected.

"I usually get a cold brew with oat milk, it's pretty bitter though, so I recommend getting one of our edible pastries."  I pointed at the display.

"Which one is the best?" he smiled softly seeming just as nervous as I felt. Maybe he still gets nervous around Cudi, too.

"They're all good, but I'm also bias." I giggled at the last part, but I made everything from scratch and were all recipes I had to figure out myself, so I was really proud of everything I sold.

"You own this place right?" he asked curious.

"Yes! I trust you have your I.D. on you to buy any products." I said causing him to laugh. Ha I fucking made Timothée Chalamet laugh.

"I need my I.D? How old are you?" Cudi asked. Or Scott, I should go with Scott, I think.

"I'm 22--" I said shyly to him, "I'll be 23soon enough." I awkwardly laughed it off.

"Nice hustle." he commended and reached over the counter to give me a fist bump.

After helping the group and leading them out to the patio area, Simone and I went back into the kitchen to take a moment. I peaked out the back door to check on the group before going off.

"Oh my fucking!" I said jumping up and down. "This is not what I expected on opening day!"

"I'm so glad I came!" Simone joined my jumping and we were just laughing excitedly, quite literally like teenage girls.

Mia soon left before the group did. I wasn't sure what Simone and I were supposed to do, so we just sat at the counter taking glances out the back window.

"We should go out there." Simone suggested

"No way we can't intrude." I laughed nervously looking right at her.

"It's your place." she said back.

"If I go over there I'm going to embarrass myself." I shook my head set on not going out there. I ignored Simone's response and sneaked another look at the group, I quickly made eye contact with Timothée so I smiled and gave him a wave. He waved back-

"He gestured you to go over there." Simone said.

"No he didn't" I said annoyed with her and turned to look at up my friend. "I'm not going out there."

"Go out there."

"You first."

"Your store."

"I'm not going."

"Magnolia."

"Nope, no way, I would literally embarrass myself."

"Magnolia."

"No hush, if I sit out there I would cry or piss myself, or worse piss myself while crying. I would be a piss baby!" I whined. Simone started laughing and lightly spun me around. I turned and made eye contact with Timothée once more, but this time he was a lot closer and most definitely heard me call myself a piss bay. He's laughing, yup, he heard me.

"Wanna come chill?" he asked nodding his head towards the patio.

"Yes!" Simone said quickly and went straight out the door not taking another moment longer.

"She's amazing." I commented looking back at her, but not following.

"I think you can handle not pissing yourself." Timothée did his best to say it with a straight face, but couldn't. Even I started laughing with him.

"Shut up." I laughed and went to the other side of the counter towards my purse.

"Are you not coming?" he asked.

"I am, just need help." I sighed pulling out my pen taking a hit from it. I handed it towards him and he examined it.

"This is nice." he nodded his head after taking a hit.

"Yeah it's the most convenient thing I have, but I don't prefer it." I said putting it back in my purse.

"I should get one." he commented.

"You should I can sell you one!" I smiled at him hoping he would purchase something else. But he just laughed as we both walked to the group.

I was hoping to sit next to Simone, but she was in between Kenan and Scott. I heard a scrapping and looked behind me seeing Timothée pull up a chair for me.

"Thanks." I mumbled. That shouldn't make me nervous, but it did. I mean he is an attractive movie star who is talking to me. He sat down and leaned closer to me, I slightly flinched but did my best to ignore it.

"Don't piss yourself." he whispered. I let out a laugh then bit my lip and shot him a glare. I made eye-contact with Simone who had her mouth slightly open, she quickly turned her head to hide her smile. I have to say, I feel just the same.