Hello dear readers!
Well, i am not dead ahaha i've been quite busy but i came back with a new story!
Watching Olympic Games and thanks to the new addiction of Uswnt, I decided to write about a new romance between a male reader and Abby Dahlkemper, b...
The next day I showed up at the appointed time at Heathrow airport, where the GB team was already waiting for the arrival of the last athletes, including Jamie. Where had he gone?
At one point, a distant figure began to approach us, trying not to drop the suitcase, which was trying to keep up with him.
—Here I am, here I am sorry... traffic ... —
-Don't worry Mr. Cooke, after all we can't leave without you...-
The athlete decided not to answer and, once the suitcase was handed over, he decided to join me.
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"Jamie, luckily you arrived...the bosses were starting to get impatient, you know how they are..."
— I know, I know, but come on you know London traffic, and well with that suitcase it certainly wasn't very easy... —
"Thank goodness you are an athlete eh...think if you were an elderly gentleman ..."
— Well after all I'm older than you ... —
"True, but not that much..."
—4 years is a long time ... —
"As you say mate..."
As we continued our conversation, we set off for boarding and with priority queue we lined up near a barrier full of English fans who were filming our departure, filling us with Good Luck.
"Have you ever been to Japan mate?"
—First time. You?—
"Me too ... who knows how it is, but above all how Japanese managed to organize everything with Covid-19 ..."
—You know, I wonder that too ... from what some people I know and who are already there have told me, they are very welcoming and organized...—
With those words, Jamie's phone lit up, signaling the arrival of a message.
My best friend was unable to answer as it was his turn to show the ticket and access the plane since for once there was no need to take the bus. As soon as he finished, I did the same and within a few minutes we were seated in our seats inside the plane.
"Wait a minute while I put the phone in air mode ..."
—Oh right! I just answer the phone and then I follow you...—
"Mhmm"
Without giving weight, I did as promised and after a while I put on the headphones knowing that 12 hours of flight awaited us; the only thing I noticed was a smile on Jamie's lips, and in particular the name on the Whatsapp chat: The Tower Of Power.
Who was that? But above all..why had he called it like that?
My thoughts were quickly silenced, however, as the flight attendants began explaining what we should do in an emergency situation.
