Vienna ~ La Casa de Papel

Worth Every Second

5 years before:

I was sat at a bar with my friends when I saw 3 guys at the bar. One was sat down drinking, the other was doing the other one's bow up.

The one who was getting his bow done up looked at me. I smirked at him, drinking my cocktail and then looking away.

For most of the evening, our eyes kept meeting, but he would never be the one to break contact. I would always wait longer to see if he would but he never did, and somehow did it subtly so the other 2 wouldn't see.

The people I was with didn't notice me either as I was sat on the side of the sofa.

There was this fat guy at the bar who kept making inappropriate gestures to me and every time I told him to fuck off or I put my middle finger up at him, he would laugh about it with his friends.

I began noticing that the guy who kept looking at me was getting worse and more angry by this man doing that to me.

The fat guy walked past me, licking his lips at me and then went to the bathroom. When I turned back around, the guy at the bar was no longer there and the bathroom door was swinging open.

After a minute, I got up and started to walk towards there, and then heard groaning coming from the men's room.

I didn't give a shit that it was the men's and opened the door.

The fat guy was on the floor, covered in blood and so was the guy from the bar, standing above him with a bloody knife in his hand.

I smirked, ran over to him and kissed him passionately. He started running his hands all over me which got blood all over my face and body.

He picked me up and then shoved me against the bathroom door to stop anyone else coming in, slowly taking down my fishnets and kissing my neck.

2 years after that:

The professor had taken me to the house in Toledo and showed me the rest of the gang.

As I stepped out of the car to see everyone, my eyes caught with someone that I couldn't believe I was looking at and I knew he had the same reaction as I did. Berlin was the guy from the bar.

After we had gotten settled in, there was a knock on my door and I went to open it. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside when I saw it was Berlin.

Closing the door behind me, we just looked at each other. I couldn't lie to myself, I had never been happier to see someone I never thought I'd see again.

"I'm guessing the professor didn't see us that night then." I spoke walking around.

One of the other guys at the bar was the professor, but I didn't realise that until I saw Berlin again.

"And the other guy?" I asked.

"He's not involved in this heist." He replied.

I stopped and looked at him again.

"I don't know if this luck is good or bad." I sighed.