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Three weeks.
It had been three weeks since Oscar had last seen Lando- three weeks since the late-night pasta, the coffee shop walk, and the ridiculous flirting he liked to tell himself that he imagined.
And Oscar hated that he knew the exact number of days.
It`s not like he was waiting to see him again or anything. Not at all. He`s been busy, new responsibilities, new menu test, Chef Laurent leaving preparing to leave for Paris. He`d barely had time to breathe, let alone think about a stranger with soft curls and a smile that he was already addicted to.
But still... three weeks.
Not that he was counting...
Oscar groaned into the couch cushions.
Pathetic.
A knock sounded on his door.
"Open up Piastri, I brought snacks!!!" Logan shouted.
Oscar dragged himself up and unlocked his door. Logan pushed inside with a grocery bag, a box of pizza and an energy only Americans seemed capable of carrying at nine at night.
"You look awful" Logan said cheerfully as he dropped the bag and pizza on the counter.
"Thanks mate, you look like you drank three red bulls and ran here."
"Two red bulls actually," Logan corrected him, "and I Ubered"
Oscar rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"So.." Logan said, dramatically plopping onto the couch and patting the seat next to him. "What`s going on with you? You`ve been weird. Weird-er."
Oscar hesitated.
Logan`s brows shot up. "Oh my god, you have news?!"
"Why are you so shocked?" Oscar rolled his eyes.
"Well, I always have news, and no offense Piastri, you have a very boring life" Logan said. Oscar scoffed.
"Excuse you, my life is not boring, I have an awesome job" Oscar said.
"Is that it?" Logan said, Oscar shot him a side eye.
"I have friends" Oscar said.
"Your co-workers don`t count mate, I`m your only friend outside work" Logan said. Oscar was so close to kicking him out of his flat.
"Whatever" Oscar scoffed.
"When was the last time you even got some action?" Logan asked.
"Actually, very recently,,, like" Oscar stopped talking. Oscar hadn`t had sex since that day he met Lando again. That was three weeks ago. Oscar hasn`t gotten laid in three weeks?!
"Like when? Huh?" Logan pushed.
"Three weeks" Oscar mumbled.
"What!!! Damn Osc, that`s not very recent mate" Logan chuckled. Oscar glared at him.
"I`m actually this close to kicking you out, watch your next words very carefully" Oscar said.
"Okay okay, no need to get serious, why though? Thought you said you were a catch" Logan said.
"I don`t know, I haven`t had time" Oscar said.
"Lies, wait, did you meet someone?" Logan asked.
Oscar doesn`t respond.
"Wait, you actually met a human being voluntarily and you`re not actively trying to escape right now. This is big"
Oscar sank back into the couch. "I didn`t say that"
"You didn`t need to ." Logan nudged his shoulder. "Come on, spill. Who is it? What`s he like? Is he hot? Please tell me he`s hot. You deserve hot."
Oscar sighed. "He`s... someone. I met him on a run."
Logan froze. "On a run? YOU? Socially interacting? While exercising? Did you hit your head or something?"
"Actually yes, " Oscar muttered. "He fell on me."
Logan blinked slowly. "...he what?"
Oscar rubbed his forehead. "I went on a run, I was running one second and then someone tripped me over and we tumbled down the hill and he fell on top of me, he was embarrassed and flustered" Oscar smiled to himself at the memory.
"Oh my god, are you smiling? You`re so whipped" Logan wheezes. "Your crush tackled you to meet you"
"He`s not my crush."
"So it`s platonic then, because you don`t smile like this when we do taekwondo every week" Logan said.
"Just shut up, will you?" Oscar took a slice of pizza and ate it.
"What happened after?" Logan asked.
"That`s all I`m telling you" Oscar said.
"What, come on mate, please, I`m already invested, you can`t cut it short now" Logan whined.
"Fine, we met again and I sort of fed him at the restaurant"
"What?! that`s even worse! you cooked for him. That`s intimate. That`s basically foreplay for you"
Oscar threw a pillow at him. Logan cackled.
"So, when`s the next date?" Logan asked, folding his legs on the couch like he was settling in for a gossip show.
"There is no next date," Oscar says. "I haven`t seen him since"
Logan blinked. "Wait, what? How long has it been?"
Oscar muttered something.
"Sorry, didn`t catch that," Logan said, leaning in.
"Three weeks," Oscar snapped.
Logan`s jaw dropped. "THREE WEEKS? And you`re still thinking about him?! Holy shit Oscar, you LIKE-like him"
"I do not"
"You do mate"
"I don`t"
"You absolutely do."
Oscar groaned and sank deeper into the cushions. "He probably forgot that I exist."
Logan softened. "Hey...maybe he didn`t. Maybe he`s busy. Or shy. Or...he fell off another sidewalk. you never know."
"Pavement and that`s not funny"
"It`s a little funny"
Oscar sighed. "It doesn`t matter. it`s just....whatever. A moment"
"Sure," Logan said lightly. "Just a moment."
Oscar didn`t reply.
They both knew he didn`t believe it.
...........
Later that night, after Logan had finally left and the flat was quiet, Oscar stood in the kitchen, hands gripping the edge of the counter. The hum of the refrigerator filled the silence, but it did little to calm the storm in his chest.
Three weeks.
And it shouldn’t matter this much. It really shouldn`t
And yet, it did.
He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, the memory of curls, a grin, and the warmth of Lando’s laugh pressing against his thoughts.
“I hope I see you again,” he whispers to nobody. the words barely leaving his lips but heavy with everything he wasn’t ready to admit aloud.