'I'll pay for this one, guys' Till says, grabbing his wallet. 'Dankeschön, Till' Flake says, pulling on his coat. 'Ja, danke' Paul says, getting up too. Till walks to the counter to pay for the table. I walk outside, watching Richard light a cigarette, 'Do you want one?' he asks. I smile, 'No thank you' I say, deciding not to let this point count.
The guys start talking with each other, leaving Richard and me alone. 'You look great tonight' He tells me. I smile sweetly at him, 'Thanks' I tell him again. I really should have the same challenge with this guy, 'You do too, that button-up looks good on you' I say. Richard fixes his shirt, 'Thank you!' He says before blowing up some smoke.
'May I ask what that one thing was about, inside?' I ask, surprised that I am able to ask him that without even stuttering. 'Oh, it's nothing. It's actually pretty normal for us to sometimes disagree on things' Richard laughs a little. I'm trying to see if it's a genuine laugh. Maybe I'm looking for something that's not there.
'You sure?' I ask him. Richard looks me up and down as he nods, 'don't you worry about it, okay?' He asks. I smile at him, 'Alright then' I say before Till steps out of the building. 'I'll see you tomorrow, Richard' I say as I wave at him. He smiles and gives me a wave.
'Bye, guys! Thank you for letting me come!' I tell the group. I get in Till's car again, buckling my seatbelt. Till start driving back to my hotel, 'Did you enjoy the dinner?' He asks. I smile bright, 'I loved it!' I tell him. Till smiles amused, 'That's great to hear' He says.
I decide not to start about the fight he had with Richard, it's not my business after all. 'What are you going to do this evening?' Till asks. I think about it for a moment, 'I was thinking of taking a walk some point in this trip, but since those media guys came along I'm not so sure if I want that anymore' I explain.
'You just want to get out of your hotelroom, is that it?' Till says, reading me like a book. 'Exactly! So this dinner was nice for a change' I smile to myself at the memories I made at the table. 'That's very understandable' Till tells me, 'you can come with me if you want?' He asks.
My eyes widen for half a second before I look at him, 'sorry?' I ask. Did I hear that right? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again?
'Oh, my apologies, I didn't mean anything by it' Till tells me. 'No, no, you didn't offend me' I tell him, smiling small, 'I just ehm...' I try to think of something to say, but my brain fails me once more. 'It's alright if you don't want to' Till chuckles amused, 'We're almost at your hotel anyway' He says.
'Oh, alright' I tell him, realizing I haven't actually rejected his proposal. It would be a waste of fuel to drive back. 'Some other time then?' I ask Till, not wanting to waste this opportunity. A handsome grin grows on his lips before his head turns my way, 'Of course' he says before putting the car to a stop.
'Well, this is you' Till says, looking at me again, 'I'll see you tomorrow'. I smile at him and give him a nod, 'Yeah, see you tomorrow' I unbuckle my seatbelt, 'It was very nice of you to drive me around again today' I tell him with a teasing smile. Till chuckles at my words, 'And it's very nice of you to tell me that' He answers, making us both laugh.
When we get silent, we look at each other. I feel my cheeks warm up as our eyes keep staring at each other. I grab my purse, 'I should go'. Till clears his throat, 'Yeah, it's probably getting cold outside' He runs a hand through his soft looking hair.
Maybe I should feel awkward but I don't, I really don't. I wish I could keep staring into his eyes, and keep his eyes on me. It is all I want. The few glasses of wine I took maybe weren't such a great idea, but I still manage to keep myself from doing things I normally wouldn't do.
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