a/n: this is for blairgranger0 I hope you like it! I think I changed some stuff up but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Have a great day!
The clear liquid ran down the back of my throat with an aching burn. I twisted my head in a slight distaste as the sour aftertaste twirled around my stomach. A chorus of hollers erupted through the Venice restaurant- a sight that was most unusual for passerbyers.
Especially for any of the citizens of Italy who are accustomed to sip on wine, but Odetta knew how to throw a party for her business partners.
"This is so great!" One of the businessman spoke in Italian. "I haven't had this much fun since my wedding."
Odetta shook her head, laughing. "Your wife would be very upset to hear that."
"She should be honored." The man chuckled with his partners. "You'll understand when you're married."
Odetta sucked in a breath, hoping her future marriage would be nothing like the endeavors she heard around the office from her fellow male employees. "I'm sure I will, sir."
"No way." Another business partner gasped. "Isn't that Scott McTominay?"
"Who?" Odetta glanced over her shoulder at a group of men who definitely looked like tourists.
"He's a footballer for Man United." The business man smirked, standing up from the table. "Ha, maybe you should go talk to him O. Find yourself that husband."
"He's cute." She rolled her eyes. "But he can come to me first."
The others all got up to move to the dance floor. Odetta sipped on her drink as she peered at the footballer. His eyes were on her now and she was startled by the smirk playing at his lips. She watched as he downed whatever liquid was in his glass and started walking over to her.
She flashed him a smile. His hair was a bit messy- probably ruffled up by the chilly wind outside. Her eyes scanned the freckles on his cheek as some of them formed patterns. His eyes sunk into hers as he made it to the table with a grin.
"Hi, love." He tried his best to speak to her in Italian.
She chuckled at the mispronunciation. "Hello handsome."
"Oh." He blushed. "I shouldn't of assumed-"
"I speak many languages." She smirked.
"Smart lady." He but his bottom lip. "Mind if I join you?"
"I suppose not." She moved some glasses out of his way. He slid into the chair adjacent from her. His legs are long and brush against her own.
"I saw you talking to some guys. I hope none of them are potential boyfriends?"
"Oh no." Odetta rolled her eyes. "You think I'm like their secretary huh?"
"No-no." He coughed.
"Because I'm not." She raised a brow. "I'm the CEO."
His eyebrows raised.
"So if you thought I was the secretary...I'd have to say whatever reason you came over here isn't going to slide."
He scooted closer, throwing an arm around her shoulder. "I never thought that. You look like a strong independent woman to me."
"And you look....cute." She smirked at the teasing word.
"Cute enough to go somewhere quieter to talk?"
She laughed. "I don't even know your name."
"Scott." He grinned. "And you?"
"Odetta." She smiled, standing up. "Follow me."
The two walked out of the loud area and moved to the fountain outside where the voices were muffled.
"You're a footballer, right?" Odetta sat on the bricks.
Scott stood in front of her before sliding next to her. "That's correct. Are you a fan?"
"Mmm I'm afraid not." She shrugged. "I have enough footballer heartthrobs here."
"Ouch." Scott hissed. "I'll have to step my game up."
"You're doing okay." She mumbled quietly. "You get extra points for the freckles."
He blushed. "It's a blessing, really."
The two talked for what seemed like hours. The night was turning into morning as Scott offered to walk her to her hotel.
"I've had so much fun tonight." Scott rubbed the back of his neck. He glanced at the entrance to the hotel and almost gasped.
"You're staying here?"
"Yeah, why?"
"So am I." Scott smirked. "Looks like I'll seeing you a lot."
"Maybe you will." Odetta grinned. "Like tomorrow at 9am?"
"Breakfast? Café Lucia? Right around the corner?" Scott grabbed her hand, squeezing it lightly. "Maybe I'll run into you. You can tell me all about your business."
"I'd like that." She smiled, kissing him on the cheek swiftly. "See you, maybe, tomorrow Scott."
"See you, maybe, tomorrow Odetta."
