“So, do you have a boyfriend?”
“Nope. Do you? I mean boyfriend, girlfriend whatever.”
Finn smiled to himself.
“Do I look like I’d have a boyfriend, girlfriend whatever?”
Y/n tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and shrugged.
“I don’t know. I stopped making stereotypical assumptions way back. It’s dangerous to just presume things about people you know.” She explained.
Finn nodded in agreement. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders I’d say.”
Y/n smiled at him briefly, then quickly lowered her gaze, focusing on the path ahead. It was dark and quiet in the alley but Finn being the gentleman that he was offered to walk y/n to where her vehicle was parked.
“So were you always like this or… did some event trigger your strict adherence to bachelorhood?” She asked him casually, keeping the conversation flowing smoothly.
Finn smiled again.
“Actually I dated quite often when I was younger. I had this on and off relationship with this girl but I eventually gave up when I learnt she was cheating.”
“Yeah, well heartbreak can do that to a person.” Y/n empathised with him.
“What about you?” Finn asked.
“Erm. I guess I was always like this. Like I never had the emotional endurance to commit to relationships. Took me a while to figure that out about myself but better late than never right?” She chuckled, earning a grin from Finn simultaneously.
“So where are you headed?” She asked him.
“The parking lot? My car is parked straight ahead, I thought that’s where we’re going?” He was obviously confused.
“What was your name again?” Y/n asked him, squinting her eyes, feigning a thoughtful expression.
“Finn?” He phrased it more as a question than an answer.
“Why are you walking with me? Are you following me?! Leave right now before I call the cops!” Y/n blurted
Finn suddenly stops walking and watched y/n with the most dumbfounded bewilderment. Did she just have a memory lapse or what? Y/n burst out in giggles.
“What?” Finn still did not understand what was going on.
“Have you never seen Finding Nemo? Dory has a short term memory loss and forgets she was actually showing Marlin the way to Nemo? We’re pretty much doing the same.” Y/n justified her sense of humour that obviously caught Finn off guard.
“We’re not looking for Nemo.” Finn corrected her.
“I know, but that was funny- the way you freaked out.” Y/n laughed to herself.
“You’ve got a strange sense of humour, lass.” Finn was laughing too now.
“But you like it.” Y/n flirted.
Finn turned a light shade of red but he kept his cool; grateful the moon was their only source of dim lighting.
“And here we are.” Y/n pointed to Finn’s car parked several inches away from them.
“Where’s…” Finn was about to ask y/n where her car was because his was the only four wheeler in sight, but his curiosity quenched when he saw her climb a heavy bike.
“My bike?” She completed the sentence for him.
“Quite unconventional.” Finn sheepishly commented.
“Exactly why I’m against stereotypes and presumptions.” Y/n flashed him a confident smile.
Finn ran a hand through his short spikey hair, smiling to himself like an idiot. All this while, he thought he was being a gentleman, offering to walk a pretty girl to an empty parking lot. Y/n had been full of pleasant surprises in the past twenty minutes he had known her. She was witty, quirky and made his heart flutter for the first time in a very long time.
Y/n revved her bike’s engine and put on the leather jacket she had been carrying in her hands all this while.
“Y/n.” Finn said barely above a whisper.
Y/n looked up to meet him in his blue eyes that somehow still glistened in the dark night.
“Will I see you again?” Finn asked.
Y/n gave him a warm smile.
“If you want to.” She gently extended her arm forward and held her hand in mid air, her dainty fingers facing him.
Finn waited for her to burst into a million sparkling confetti pieces. Then the sudden realisation hit him and he spastically took his phone out of his pocket and placed it in her hand.
“As unconventional as I may be, I still use cellphones.” Y/n joked.
She handed Finn his phone back and gave her bike another rev, indirectly telling him to step aside. Finn took two steps back, clutching his phone in his hand, gripping it tightly to ensure his senses were still intact.
“Ow Finn that’s my hand!” Y/n winced at his tightening grip on her left hand.
Finn shook back to reality.
He lay sprawled on the couch with y/n tangled in his arms, her head resting on his chest.
“Y/n, do you remember the first time we met?” Finn asked.
Y/n looked up to meet a pair of glistening blue eyes. She gave Finn a warm, knowing smile as he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.