A Husband, A Stranger

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Jean's POV

I really miss Marco he's always in my mind 24/7, why? No idea at all, I stare at the breads choice in front of me, I'm tired of eating at the cafe everyday, here I am in 7 Eleven picking something to eat. Coffee bread it is, I don't have motivation to draw or paint these days, maybe I can check out the magazine section to see if I can draw something. I pick up a magazine and start flipping it, there's nothing but commercial about food, I look the magazine at the side, wait is that Marco? I pick it up, who's that beside him, it's Ymir, doesn't he needs to take extra class? He's real lucky, that he got to model with a famous actor, he looks good with his hair slicked back, I flipped the magazine, he looks professional about modelling. I pick up the other one, his hair is messy in this one, his body is showing more, those freckles are gorgeous, they are like stars, I flipped it open, he was doing a face, and exposing his chest and shoulder almost like he didn't wear blazer, he looks...sexy? I closes it, did I just think that he's sexy? I picked up another one and another one, I place down everything on the counter, the cashier look at me, I clear my throat and look away, they scanned everything and push it to me. "That'll be 22.35", I picked up my stuff and hand them a 30, "Keep the change", I said walking out. I quickly ran to my company and to the art room, I close the door, no one saw me with the magazines. I sit down and stare at Marco on the cover of magazine, I tear it off and put it aside, I tear the rest in the magazine, I did the same to the others. I take out some papers, I take a look at Marco and started sketching out his head and body, I draw one after another, I wish I could see him up close, I wish I could see him standing right in front me, I want him under my fingers, him staring into my eyes, maybe I could make that happened. No that's crazy! He doesn't want to talk to me or see me neither, and what am I thinking?! Him under my fingers??? I look at the sketches, I do miss Marco, I don't have any photos of him, but I don't want to go to his social media and stalk him, that's creepy even if I'm his husband. Since he's working with Mrs Ackerman, I'll call her to tell Marco, I can't call his momma, she'll kill me, she really scared the shit outta me last time. I typed in Mrs Ackerman phone number, okay Jean just press the button and said you need to see Marco, no, no, I want to model for me for an art project? Yea that sounds good, wait but what if Marco doesn't wants to see me... okay fuck it Jean just press the fucking button. I press the call button, maybe it's a bad idea? "Hello, this is The Ackerman's how may I help?", it's Mrs Ackerman, "Hi, this is Jean, Jean Kirstein", I said, "Hello Jean how may I help you?", she asked, "Hi can you maybe ask Marco if he can model for me?", I said quickly. "Are you trying to borrow your precious dear Marco?", she asked chuckling. "Yes", I said it without hesitation, "Oh so he's yours now?", wait, "Wait no! I'm sorry that came out of nowhere", I said burying my whole head in my arm, why did I said that. "I'll ask him and call you back" "Wait no don't-", she hung up, now there's a bigger chance that I won't see him, I keep banging my head on the table. I stand up and walk around the room, ten minutes have pass, I look at the phone, "Bzz...bzz...bzz", I picked it up, "Hello?" "He'll be there after work but he'll shower at here first, so it'll be around, 9.00 p.m.?" "Alright I'll wait for him at the art room tell him it's at it's at the 8th floors, walk down the stairs and there's only one room with two big doors" "I'll tell him that, bye", she hung up. I gotta clean this place up, he'll be here in... I check the time he'll be here in 6 hours.

I've moved the canvas, I clean the paintbrush and the colours, this needs to go perfect, this may be my only chance to get closer to him and apologised to him. I prepare a white button up of mine for him to change later, I got out of the room and enter again. I set the stand and put a canvas on it, I take all the sketches and the magazine that are torn and stuff it in my bag, it's almost 9.00 p.m. everyone should be at home now, hope Marco find his way here.

Marco's POV

Is my hair okay like this? Mrs Ackerman didn't have to tell the hair stylist to do my hair and even pick out my outfit for it. I'll just model for him and go back home, "Ding!", I got off the lift, I went down the stairs, a room lights are still on, this must be the room, I check my clothes and hair one last time and open the door.