Hi!
So this one is 1yo and I decided to translate it. First time I try with one of my work, was kinda hard (had some things and remove others). I usually translate the other way around.
I'm sorry if there is mistakes here, and I still hope you'll like it, it's short and cute.
Enjoy!
Pour un café avec toi
Coffee in hand, he sat down at a table in the sun, letting his bag half fall on a free chair next to him. For a time, he just stayed like that, enjoying the warmth of the early fall while savoring his caramel macchiato. Reading his notes, he took another sip of coffee. Next to him, his phone vibrated, and looking at the message on the screen, he had to bite back a smile behind his cup.
« Lindir! Traitor! You're in the city now, admit it! »
« Of course. »
« And I guess you're currently on a terrace with a macchiato »
« Yes. Maxi please~ »
« … You can be the worst sometimes, ya know? »
« Hey, you have only one hour left, and I had to come back from 16 till 17.
N "the worst" thanks to whom we can start at 11:00 tomorrow?
Btw, I'll be "the worst", I'll send you a pic' right now. :3 it's nice out there »
« … To you, my apologies.
Send one to your man ;3 »
« Better.
… Shut up. »
Lindir went back to his work, running a hand through his long brown hair. He had a little less than two hours in front of him and was determined to get the most out of it, he had others, and better, things to do once home, like playing with his pup.
And so, between sips of coffee he went through his lessons, not knowing exactly how long it would take him; but he managed to make it sooner than he had anticipated, and it's satisfied that he closed his stuff and pushed them slightly aside. He was about to look at his phone, when a voice was heard near him.
-Hey, can I sit with you?
He turned toward it, and nearly choked seeing who spoke to him. Standing in front of him, was Thranduil as handsome as ever, dressed in dark, gray bag on his shoulder, a coffee in his hand too, long blond hair and damn those eyes. Lindir had to force the words out and not just grab his things and go somewhere else… or just keep staring at him. But even if "Thranduil" was the answer to the question "who are you most likely to fantasize about?" Lindir really did not want it to be known, or at least make it too obvious.
-Ah, euh… Y-Yes.
He followed the movement with his eyes, like every time he was intrigued by this kind of aura the other wore, his pride, his apparent coldness... Mentally he hit himself to put his thoughts back in order. He was able to hold a conversation with the other high school student on the terrace of a downtown cafe. They had talked to each other a bit before. Yeah nothing he could not do. He heard the pof! of the gray bag decorated with a wolf's head drawn in a black marker sits next to his own and focuses back on his interlocutor.
-Didn't know you'll be downtown. Here all the time?
-Ah… In fact, I have two hours free and I didn't really want to go in a room, or go home.
-I understand. You don't leave here, by bus it's not even worth it.
-...Bus?
Lindir watched Thranduil inclined his head, taking out his car's key from his hoodie pocket. That was quite new.
-You mean it's a pain to park at this hour, and I really don't want to drive 15 times a day.
-You already got your licence?!
-Haha, yes. To tell you the truth I was kinda sick of the bus, so my dad taught me last year.
-You two seem close.
-Yes.
-Lucky, mine's just a line on my bank account.
-Oh…
-Don't look like that, I've never been better since we cut ties when I got to high school.
-Where do you stay then? Hotel?
-You can say that, stay at Glorfindel's place, it was more or less the case before, now it's just official.
There was a brief silence before he speaks again :
-And you, tell me.
-Euh… I want to, but tell you what?
-I don't know, whatever you want. Can be anything.
At that, Lindir turned his head around, suddenly finding the pigeons passing between the tables very interesting. But there was something in his tone of voice… And a glance toward the other pushed him to speak again. So, Lindir threw in the most forgotten corner of his brain his lack of confidence along with his doubts, and started speaking about what he wanted, just like his vis-à-vis wished. He talked about his first drive, about the day when he finally got his licence a year after and getting back his dad's old 4x4 while he bought a new car. Their decision to take a new dog almost four years after the death of their german shepherd, Flicka. "Poor girl was sick you know. We had the choice to operate, go home with her and give her a steak or put her down. Choose the first one." He does not miss the sadness in the other blue eyes, but he almost doesn't feel at all when he slides his fingers between his own, slowly, just the two first phalanges. Lindir holds his phone toward him, showing a picture of him carrying a swiss shepherd puppy, his ears not straight yet.
-Here, this is Jazz.
-You're adorable together, but that is not a dog it's a wolf.
With a smile, he showed him another picture, more recent of the dog lying on the couch, his sleeping master's head against his flank, a dark red book nearby.
-A wolf.
-He's a big plushie.
-Looks more like a pillow to me. So, that's what you've been hiding under those clothes? I'm jealous.
That's when Lindir remembered he was shirtless in the said picture and his jeans were more holes than fabrics, he blushed and turned his head. Yes, counting the blackened chewing gum on the pavement was much better than having a conversation with this shockingly handsome guy. With a pressure on his fingers, he caught his attention and restarted the discussion. The light in his damn blue eyes still shining.
So, the two keep talking, on almost every subject. Lindir still couldn't quite believe it, not only did the other choose to sit at his table, but he was guiding the exchange. It was strangely smooth, natural, between them - and surprisingly they had a lot in common. They forget the time, and the world around them, their fingers not letting go. The spark in the sky blue eyes only sparkling even more. And when he bit his lower lip clear signal of "I want to kiss you" with this sincerity in his expression, even Lindir could believe him, could believe that it could be real. Without thinking, he licks his lip, tasting the caramel flavor of his drink. He wanted it too. Wanted all his afternoon to be like that, failing that he'll still have the memory of this one.
But it had to end, and their bubble blew with the ring of Thranduil's phone, he picked it up with an annoyed tsk!
-Yes?
He did not catch the answer.
-Yeah, yeah, coming…
And he ended the call, just like that. A mixture of several emotions on his face. There was annoyance, a little hesitation, but the gleam in his eyes was gone, just like we blow the flame of a candle to extinguish it, and that makes Lindir sad. He wanted to see it back. Before leaving, he still grabs a sheet of paper, the nearest pen and writes his number.
-Here, to the pleasure of seeing you again.
He got up and left their table in the sun. Lindir watched him walk away for a moment, thinking about the hour that just went by, the small signals, that damn alchemy. … That last sentence… He stood up abruptly.
-Hey! Wait!
He stopped in his tracks, looking back at him.
-If… If you didn't do anything special this weekend… Maybe we could see each other? Erm… For a coffee.
Thranduil gave him a predatory smile, but also very happy. His blue eyes alight as if someone had lit a torch behind his retinas.