Picture this (Till Lindemann X reader)

Chapter 12

'So how are we going entertain ourselves?' Till asks before looking at his watch again, 'we have a little over half an hour to fill' He explains. I think for a moment. 'Want anything to drink?' Till asks.  I smile at him, 'No, tha-' I stop mid sentence. 'What was that, little lady?' He asks. I bite my lip, thinking of another word, 'I was going to say no that's okay' I lie. 

Till laughs loud once, 'Sure' he says, 'Alright, I'm letting you get away with it for now' he says. 'Thanks' my eyes immediately widen when I say it. I look into Till's eyes and can't help but laugh. We both laugh for a short while. 'Still a point for you' He says. 

'But what kind of music are you into other than mine?' Till asks after we're done laughing. I think about it for a while before I tell him the bands I have listened to a lot. The conversation just keeps on going. I feel butterflies every time Till smiles at me or asks me a question. We get to know each other a little better. Then suddenly Till looks at his watch, 'Oh, we should get going!' He says before quickly getting up. 

'Oh really?' I follow his actions and follow him out of the room, making sure I have everything in my purse. We walk to the elevator and he lets me step in. I simply give him a nod and step in. 'You're welcome' Till keeps trying to give me a point. I snicker, 'it's not going to work' I tell him. 

 'But I'm being so nice to you! How could you not thank me!?'  Till lays a hand on his heart, acting hurt. I chuckle at his actions and quickly follow him outside. We get in the car and he drives away. 

'So tomorrow is our date, right?' He asks. I nod, 'Yes, tomorrow evening the competition ends' I tell him. 'It ends when we get the bill, no second earlier' Till commands. I smile at him, 'Good idea' I tell him. 'Thank y-' We both just start laughing at each other. 

We walk into the restaurant. Till and I both look around the place for the rest of the guys. In the corner of my eye I see someone waving. I spot Richard and I smile at him. I tap Till's shoulder, a little higher up, 'there they are' I tell them. 'Ah, yes, let's go' he says, laying his hand high up my shoulder as we walk over. I really hope the blush on my cheeks isn't obvious in the dim lights. 

'Where were you two?' Flake asks. 'We lost track of time' Till truthfully says. I sit down between Flake and Paul, sitting across from Till at the round table. 'What were you doing then?' Paul asks teasingly, snickering. Richard nudges him before taking his glass and taking a sip. 'We were just talking!' I say. Everyone -including Till-  looks at me. 

They all stay silent for a moment, '...talking?' Flake asks. I glance at him, 'yeah' I reply. The guys suddenly start laughing. I look at Till, seeing him shrug and waving his hand down as if saying 'don't mind them' 

'Anyway, quickly grab a menu, we already know what we're ordering' Paul says. I take a menu from the table and start scanning it. 

While we all eat, the guys have their conversations, some in English, some in German, some with me, some just with each other. Every now and then I glance over at Till. We sometimes make eye contact and I feel a little shy on one hand, but on the other hand I don't want to stop looking at him. It's almost like there's a specific tension building up between us. 

The looks he gives me, I can't describe them. They're just so intense. The way the corners of his mouth curl up a little when I look back at him, his eyes staring at me from under those eyebrows, I don't know how to react to it, to him. Do I keep pulling a strand of hair behind my ear? Do I smile back? I can't look away, that would be awkward, wouldn't it?

The waitress picks up the empty plates. Some of the guys look at her and her colleague. I glance at Till. His eyes are pointed right at me. Was he always looking at me this much? It's like he's staring right into my soul. I smile at him and he luckily smiles back.

I look at the waitress, standing next to Till, 'would you like anything to drink after, sir? Coffee, tea, or something strong?' She asks. 'Coffee, please. Black. I'm driving tonight' he says. 'Alright, coming up, guys, I'll be right back' she walks away. 'Thank you' Everyone says, including Till. 

I smile wide at him. 'You didn't hear that, did you?' Till asks. I nod slowly, snickering. 'Alright, where are the toilets at this place?' I ask the group. 'Over there' Richard points across the room. I follow where his finger is pointing and get up, 'Great! I'll be right back' I tell them before walking off, making sure to look Till in the eyes again, telling him I'm aware of the fact that I didn't thank Richard. 

I dry my hands and fix my hair before walking out the ladies room. I walk back to the table but on my way there, I see Richard standing up, reaching over the table and grabbing Till by the collar of his shirt. 'Richard, stop' Paul tells Richard, pulling him back. Till makes sure Richard lets his shirt go. He fixes his shirt and fixes himself in his seat. Richard sits down too. I arrive at the table, hearing two men cleat their throat. I sit down, acting like nothing happened. 

Till sips his coffee. I look down at my tea, spotting the small cookie next to it, 'does anyone want this?  I'm absolutely stuffed' I tell them. Before anyone can answer, Flake takes the cookie from my hand with his teeth. I laugh at him, 'enjoy' I tell him before sipping my tea.