i love writing eve so much.
Killing Eve | M | Eve/Villanelle
Coffee Shop AU: Eve knows who he is because his face is constantly plastered on the news but she would know that he’s a politician and a total dick by the way he’s dressed, the way he talks, the general aura of corruption and greed surrounding him—oh, and his tips are shit. That’s a pretty big tell.
She cares a lot less about him than the girl who’s been watching him.
i was genuinely not expecting to want to write in this fandom so much but here’s the first bit of a coffee shop au I GUESS
Eve doesn’t actually know who he is but she knows that he’s a politician by the way that he’s dressed, the way he talks, the general aura of corruption and greed surrounding him—oh, and his tips are shit. That’s a pretty big tell.
She cares a lot less about him than the girl who’s been watching him.
Originally, she was just taking notes about her in her head when she had free moments but there’s a lot to notice, so she’s got a notepad tucked in her back pocket to add observations. Like today—she’s wearing a pale pink lace dress, honey blonde hair pulled up into a bun. She’s radiating innocence and, after five days of trailing this guy into the coffee shop, she gets up and walks with gently swaying hips to speak to him.
Or more likely flirt with him, based on the way she leans forward, the way his eyes drink her in.
She’s gorgeous. Maybe she’s trying to marry for money, because otherwise she’d have no reason to be approaching him when she could probably have anyone else in the room.
“Seductive,” Eve murmurs, watching the way she smiles, pulling out the notepad to jot down a few things.
“What?” Trevor, her coworker, asks.
“Uhm—nothing,” she says, smiling. “Just talking to myself.”
Fifteen minutes later, they leave together.
Interesting.
oh my god, they were roommates 