“My dear,
I saw you today, playing with your nephews in the rain. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in a while.
It made me smile. Thank you.
Seeing you being completely adorable made my heart warm.
You were so pretty out there, smiling so big with the kids. I bet you’re gonna be a great mom someday.
Your curly hair made you look like an angel.
Please, never stop smiling, because you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town - and my darkest thoughts. (I heard you listening to Taylor Swift, thought you’d like a little reference)
I got you a small treat, hope it makes your day even brighter.
With my most sincere feelings,
Bucky.”
When you finished reading the small note, you had the biggest smile on your lips. Bucky was just so fucking cute doing that. He moved to your neighborhood a few months ago. Everyone tried to connect with him and sent him welcome presents and notes, but he never opened the door. Although he did talked to you once, and it was a quick ‘I’m sorry’ after bumping into you. Almost three weeks ago, he started sending you these little notes. The first one, he apologized for being a creep and not being really social. He explained that he has really bad anxiety, and people make him nervous. You, of course, understood.
You wrote a note for him, saying it was okay, because you felt the same when you moved there, you left on his front porch with a dandelion and a tray of homemade cake. And just like that, you two created a routine of exchanging notes. You talked about everything on the paper, but you were curious of how his voice sounded, really.
He never opened up about his feelings towards you, but it was hard to perceive that he indeed likes you a lot more than he expected.
You sat on the couch, grinning while you ate the little treat he gave you. You didn’t expect the door ring to go on, and definitely wasn’t expecting to see him there, standing in your porch with a bouquet of white lilies and daisies on hand. You wondered if he knew the meaning of those specific flowers.
“Oh, hi!” you smiled at him. He looked at you like it was the first time ever, so much adoration in those eyes. It made your heart skip a beat.
“Hi,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Hi!” he said again, louder. Extending his hand, giving the bouquet. You took it from his hand and brought it to your nose to smell it. It was arranged beautifully. “I made it myself, for you.” he smiles proud of himself.
“Smells so good,” you said, not exactly about the flowers. His perfume was all around you, making you want to bury your face on his neck. Your heart was practicing acrobacies in your chest. “Thank you so much. Please, come in,” you opened the door for him and he looked at you, looking for certainty in your gaze.
He stepped in, both of his hands on his pockets, clearly nervous. You sighed, searching for ways to make him feel comfortable around you. “If you want, we can write instead of talking, if you’re comfortable.”
His glare shifted to you, his eyes before tempestuous and now soft. “No,” he said. His voice sent chills down your spine. “No, I wanna talk, please. I wanna hear your voice…” he whispered.
You thanked silently for not having heart problems.
“Sure! Come with me, I’ll put this in a cute vase!” You headed to the kitchen, already planning what to do for dinner. You felt his eyes on your back, almost burning holes in your sweater.
He watched you put water and then the bouquet in the vase, in complete silence. “So, Bucky. Why Bucky, by the way?”
“My middle name. Buchanan, shortened, Bucky.” he told you, grinning.
“Do you like chicken alfredo pasta, Bucky?” You asked.
“I love it, one of my favorites, actually. Wait,” you paused. “I’m not here to make you uncomfortable,” you nodded. “My friend, Steve, encouraged me to…” he took a deep breath. “I would like to take you out on a date, please.”
Your heart. You’re sure your heart stopped and now you’re in heaven. This handsome man is asking you out? You must be in paradise.
“Really?”
“Really really. Only if you want to, of course.”
“Yes!! I’ll go out with you.” you smiled big. “Now, would you like to stay and eat dinner with me?”
“I would love it."