Forbidden Urge

Little Witch

The two trainings Philipp had with the boys on Monday seemed to drag on forever, especially the evening one. However, after it finished at five o'clock, time rushed much faster, to the point he thought he wouldn't make it on time. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be at the bar at seven, as she said, but since she used the word exactly, he didn't want to play with his luck. He took a shower at the training grounds and changed into a fresh suit, forced down a sandwich from the canteen so as not to get drunk in case he stayed longer at the bar, and headed towards the Olympic Stadium.

He decided to go alone this time. He didn't want to risk having any of his friends hanging around for too long, or, which might be worse, asking questions. He didn't mind having a drink or two alone before he approached Heidi and her friends.

It wasn't difficult to find the place, but the parking spot wasn't as easy. When he entered, it was roughly a quarter past seven and she was already there, with four friends, as she had said the evening before. Philipp walked to a table at the farthest end of the room so as not to attract anyone's attention. The last thing he needed now was for faithful fans to come and start a discussion about the last and next game, ask for photos and autographs. He never normally minded that. On the contrary, he enjoyed it, because, after all, the fans were the reason football existed and was popular. He felt it his obligation to show respect to those people. And he made sure he inscribed that into the head of each of his players. This time, however, he only wanted to be invisible because he needed to discover the direction in which he was going with this woman.

He was drinking his beer slowly and absorbing all of her with his eyes. The dress she whore was light blue this time, and covered all her back. He saw it when she leisurely lifted her hair off of her back trying to make a light breeze over her neck. Her long legs ended in dark blue sandals. Sandals! At the end of February! Oh, women and fashion. This time she didn't get too close to any of her male friends, so he was hundred percent sure that that night, that poor kid, Holger or whatever his name was, served only as a tool, to make him jealous. Little Witch.

After barely fifteen minutes, she started turning and looking around, and Philipp knew she was searching for him. The first time she didn't notice him. The second, their eyes met. Something in his stomach jumped as if he was a sixteen-year-old whose secret love had just come to the party. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled and then turned back to her friends. Philipp couldn't move his eyes off of her. He observed her every move and not for a moment stopped thinking how she was perfect in everything – the way she gestured with her hands while explaining something, the elegance with which she held her wine glass, the posture of her straight back, the enticing, seductive way in which her legs were crossed over each other and rested on the bar stool. If a group of newcomers to the place hadn't walked in front of him blocking the view for a second, he was sure he'd have kept staring at her his mouth agape until it became creepy.

She turned to look at him for the second time, and it was so brief that Philipp didn't know what to do next. Did she expect him to join them now or later. He wanted to finish his beer and then gather courage to go and approach them as casually as he could, but then he noticed she whispered something to one of the girls, who smiled and then took one of the boys by the arm and told him something, while Heidi did the same to the couple standing to her left. In a matter of minutes, they said goodbye and left Heidi alone. Philipp's pulse accelerated dangerously.

She didn't turn to look at him again, but there was no need. He gulped down his beer and then stood up to walk over towards her.

"It's dangerous for a lady to sit alone at a bar," he said occupying a stool next to her.

She laughed and took a sip of wine. When she put the glass down, he noticed her fingers were shaking. She looked at him: "Luckily you're here."

For a moment he was stunned by the front side of her dress – two wide straps ran from her shoulders down to her navel, covering her breasts but still exposing a significant amount of skin. He swallowed hard. "Any time for a damsel in distress."