[Venom] You look delicious

After entering December, New York seems to be colder every day than the day before. The cold wind that shuttles through the streets is like a robber who robs a house, and it is bound to take away all the heat from every inch of people's exposed skin.Even though the thick and soft cashmere scarf has almost buried your entire face, you still can't help but shrink your shoulders, ignoring the backpack swinging by your side due to the running posture, and wanting to hurry Go inside a heated room.

When Eddie Brock raised his head when he heard the movement, he immediately saw the girl who was wrapped up as if she had just returned from the deep mountains and old forests, walking towards your position tremblingly.You whispered thanks to the waiter who helped you take off your coat and hung it up, shook your head after sitting down and complained to Eddie: "This is not New York at all, it should be called Winterfell."

Today, Mr. Bullock specially wore a well-tailored dark suit. The fine stubble on his chin has been repaired and disappeared without a trace. His whole face is as tender as a little white rabbit just out of its nest in spring. His caramel-colored eyes are so tender and affectionate, so cute that you want to be hugged and stroked.

He seemed to blush as soon as he looked at you, blinked his eyes quickly, and agreed: "Yes, it should be called Winterfell." After he paused for a few seconds, he hesitated and added, "You... Just moved to New York?"

You tilted your head and thought about how to answer him, but Eddie had a weird expression on his face, and immediately said, "No offense meant." Then he looked at you eagerly.

You narrowed your eyes with a smile, "I'm not an American, I just moved here to study two years ago."

"...Reading?" Eddie was a little dumbfounded, "Are you still underage?"

"Hey bro, I'm a legal adult!" You glared at him, "I'm a grad student at a college here! ... How can one or two be like this," you pouted, "Every time I go into a bar, they have to check me first certificate."

"Sorry." Eddie looked relieved, "I was ready to be taken away by the police just now."

Your intentionally straight face was immediately crushed by the uncontrollable smile, and you put your hands to your ears and pretended to be on the phone, holding your voice and imitating the tone of a child and saying softly, "Hello? It's the police." Sir? There's a strange uncle here who wants to ask me out to hang out."

"It's not that I don't have it," Eddie waved his hands cooperatively, explaining to the police who didn't exist in the air, "Don't, don't, I'm not a pervert!"

If you are sitting at home now and don't need to care about your image, you may have laughed so hard that you fell under the table.

"What about you? Have you always lived in New York?"

"Well... I worked in New York a few years ago, and then I went to San Francisco for some reasons. Now I'm back in New York," Eddie said in a nonchalant tone, taking a sip of his drink, "but he's always been a reporter. Well, some fame."

"..." you say, "Oh! Yes, big reporter Eddie Brock, I know you!"

Eddie stares at you for a while: "...you haven't actually seen me on TV, have you?"

Your eyes wander, "Actually, I don't really watch TV..." Let alone news programs.

"But I will watch your news from today," you felt a little ashamed under Eddie's gaze, "I will watch it seriously every day."

"Why?" Eddie smiled slowly, staring at you with gentle caramel eyes, "Why did you start watching today?"

You move closer to him, and reply with a smile: "Because I like you very much."

So this handsome guy in a suit and leather shoes who also looks ruffian blushed as if his face was on fire under your very frank straight ball.

You're going to let him go for a while and tackle that pre-dessert first.If you ignore the man's blushing ear tips, the "easily" and "polite" appearance he is showing now is really convincing. Eddie maintains that handsome and handsome expression, taking advantage of your attention for a while Shifting, quick and low-pitched lashes at the ever-cheeping Venom.

Venom's devilish laughter echoed in his head like a barbell.Eddie scolded viciously: "Shut up! Stupid parasite!"

Venom: laughing.

Eddie: ...beast.

"Speaking of which, your tattoos..." You looked at his arm curiously, "Cool ones..."

Eddie subconsciously looked at his arm too. "Oh—I got these tattoos when I was 17," he shrugged. "You know, boys that age like things that look cool. I grew up Not doing business, fighting and drinking with street hooligans every day, my dad's hairline is getting bald."

"and after?"

"Later I said that being a reporter would be very interesting. My dad almost cried with joy, saying that I could finally be useful."

"You are now a big reporter in New York," you clink glasses with him, "do what you like, and do what you like well."

He lowered his eyelashes and smiled.

"But I still feel like you at 17—"

"A fool," he interjected.

"—very cute," you gestured in the air, "a cool boy who won't admit defeat even if he gets beaten, occasionally swears, is sloppy but still cares about his father."

Eddie curled his lips and turned his head to look at the flower decoration on the glass window: "...he is a fool."

Your eyesight is very good, and you can clearly see the whole process of him clearly wanting to smile but tightening the corners of his mouth and pretending to be indifferent.

"So what did you study in New York?" Eddie changed the subject. "Economics? Biology? Computers?"

"law."

Eddie seemed taken aback.

You say, "I want to be a lawyer." You add in a low voice, "...it's been my childhood dream."

Eddie hummed slowly, with a gentle tone: "Like the law?"

"...likes justice." Even though it sounds shameful, you stammer out it.He lowered his head for a while under the pressure of shame, but Eddie on the opposite side remained silent.You carefully looked up at him through the gap between the wine glass and the viewing window, only to find that he was watching you quietly.

The golden light icing is generally sprinkled on his dark short hair and shoulders, his eyes are warm and soft, containing the little stars of the clear winter night sky in New York, and he smiles gently after meeting your eyes: "It's an amazing dream. "

"Such a dream," he said, rubbing the corner of your mouth with his thumb. "Don't be shy about it, Arya."

The voice of "Alia" is sweet and sweet, making you the blushing protagonist this time.

"I know." You looked away and stammered.

When you finish this dinner, the streets of New York outside the window are already brightly lit, pedestrians coming and going are hurrying, and there are clouds of white mist in your breath.

You are next to Eddie trying to make yourself less cold. He only added a trench coat over his suit. Walking on the street on a winter night in December feels like walking in a park in early spring.You stared enviously at his entire exposed neck, as if he disliked the feeling of being strangled by the collar, he even unbuttoned the top button.

He lowered his head when he noticed your stare, blinked innocently and asked, "Shall I take you home?"

You trembled and said yes.

But when he takes you to that cool looking motorcycle that's going to freeze to death with your knees, you start wanting to rewind 5 minutes ago and slap that idiot self on the head.

Eddie has straddled the car neatly, with one leg propped on the steps on the walkway, seeing you standing aside foolishly, he stuffed another white helmet into your arms.

"..." is absolutely beautiful and seductive.You bet you wanted to say no, but Mr. Bullock just smiled at you and you climbed dazed on the back of the motorcycle.

Eddie closed the windshield of his helmet, his voice sounded a little fuzzy, "Sit still?"

"Um--"

Eddie paused, turned around and pinched your right cheek, "If you wear it like this, the wind blows all the way, and your face will turn into ice cubes when you get out of the car." He raised his hand and put your windshield on After closing it, I tapped my finger on the glass, "Idiot?"

You are now thankful that the helmet hides your tomato-like complexion.

Eddie was riding very fast, and the whistling wind was whistling even through his helmet.However, most of the cold wind is blocked by the person in front of you. You pull his coat and shrink back, and put your arms around his waist when you accelerate next time.

Eddie seemed to stiffen a bit.You laughed silently, hugging a little tighter.

After getting out of the car, you took off the helmet and handed it to Eddie. He took it obediently, but did not take it off yourself. You watched him stand there quietly, and stepped forward to take off his helmet as well.

He blinks at you.

"Goodbye." You tiptoed and pinched his face.

"……goodbye."

Eddie Brock watched you go upstairs, and when he saw your window lit up, he turned and stepped on the motorcycle.

Holding the white helmet in his hand, he was in a daze for a while.

【idiot.You should kiss her! 】

"Shut up you." He said softly.

[Hey, Eddie. 】

"Don't be noisy."

[Stop touching that stupid helmet, look up quickly! 】

"I do not."

Suddenly - someone lifted his drooping head, and then a soft touch touched the corner of his lips.

"See you next time." You kissed the place that was a little red when you pinched it just now.

Eddie grabs your wrist.

His beautiful eyes glowed slightly in the dark night, "See you tomorrow?"

You laughed, bangs fell on his forehead, "See you tomorrow."

Fine white ice crystals swirled and fell from the sky without a sound, like someone accidentally knocked over a box of icing sugar, and the air was filled with a cool and sweet smell.

In the first snow in New York in December, you quietly exchanged your first kiss.