RydLove // Radek Rydl

2.

The first day was a lot more nervous than I had expected. After we arrived at the hotel, it turned out I and Aga have to share one huge bed. I almost spilt my coffee on Dominik Formela and Aga could have dropped her croissant when Ryoyu decided to randomly turn around with his plate. The press room was a mess and I thanked goodness I won't work here. Plus, I am still able to steal their teas and coffees.

Well, all those stories about sunny Planica and getting tanned also turned out to be a lie. It was absolutely windy and cold. If I wanted to catch a cold, I could go to Wisła and not pay for highways in Austria. Anyway, I managed to buy myself a nice coat here, which matched my professional outfit for a professional photographer.

I must have looked really good because a few jumpers waved to me and some random security guy asked me if I'm lost. He shut his mouth after I showed him my accreditation. I was also pretty surprised there were so many people on the hill, I mean the weather was terrible. I noticed a LOT OF young girls trying to get athletes' attention. They were simping the hardest for Andreas "ANDIII" Wellinger and almost drooling for Paweł Wąsek. I don't know what is wrong with them, I am not as pathetic as they are. Well, I am the tiger.

I stopped photographing the hill when I noticed something absolutely wild. A whole sector of girls started pushing forward and screaming. What the fuck is this, Justin Bieber's concert? I was standing there, too stunned to speak when I saw who made them all wet. He was still in his helmet, carrying his skis and smiling. I couldn't miss his pearly, shining teeth and hypnotizing brown eyes. Even though it was pretty fucking windy, his suit was unzipped, showing his Superman shirt as well as the muscular torso. Oh, okay then, is it getting hotter or is it just me? I saw him coming closer to the barricades when he yelled:

"KOCHAM POLSKIE KOBIETY!"

The whole gang was screaming even louder. Jesus, calm your tits fangirls. I knew he was very popular among them, and at least 60% of girls wanted to date him in the future. Unfortunately, he was this kind of bad boy who breaks hearts, just a walking troublemaker. However, he was also the golden child of Czech ski jumping, carrying the future of this discipline into his own hands. I realised I was thinking too much when I smelled some rich men's perfume. I slowly looked up, meeting his deep eyes and playful smile. Hot boy alert.

" Hi, I'm Radek and you must be the next Top Model" kurwa, I must have blushed because he smiled wider. Dear Lord, I can't flirt, what should I say? He scrunched his eyebrows at me. "Don't you speak English? A może po polsku? Nebo v češtině?"

"Yeah, I know who you are," I said as I held up my camera. "Smile for the photo!" SMILE? REALLY? He's already drying his teeth like a Joker or some psychopath. I took the photo and he walked away, probably to jump once again. I hadn't realised he was leading after the first round. Damn, he's good.

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When he landed, the crowd almost lost it. 269 meters! Radek started cheering with his fans the moment the judges gave him 5x20 note. What an incredible jump! AND THAT BACKFLIP BEFORE THE TELEMARK! I couldn't believe my own eyes. He's indeed the golden child.

And obviously, once again he was stopped by the girlies. I saw him talking to two of them, both wearing white and red flower crowns. One was blonde and the other one brunette and they asked him for his autographs. He ended up giving them whole-ass BIBs. What a nice guy. I walked slowly towards him, but it took a few minutes before some loud girl let him go while screaming she's got her wedding dress ready. I offered him a photo shoot with his trophy and he agreed. I went to find a nice spot while he disappeared to 'get something special'. After a few minutes, he was posing like Kim Kardashian in front of my Nikon.

"YOUR BICEPS!" I yelled while he was holding his cup.

"What's with it?" he asked confused. Shit, how to say it in English? I should have paid more attention during classes. Hoping for him to understand Polish, I just yelled back:

"NAPNIJ TO!"

He started laughing uncontrollably and welp, it was hard to calm him down. But when he did, he asked for a brake because he'd like to change. He explained to me that he got inspired by Peter Prevc and his photo back in 2015. I was clueless until I saw him walking out of the cabin. He was wearing a shiny suit, packed with glitter and crystals. He even got the crème shirt underneath, leaving it unbuttoned. He looked like on a red carpet.

Now I was the one uncontrollably laughing out loud. He looked like a golden potato.

"I'd like to shine like a cup for a winner!" SAVE ME I CAN'T BREATHE

"Y-you loo-ook ridiculous, matko jedyna," I said while wiping out my tears. He's impossible, but I like it about him. He winked at me before posing, and well I winked him back. After all, he was a pretty handsome golden potato.

"Are you coming to the team party tomorrow...", he started while trying to read my name from the accreditation "...Za- Rzan- Żąn- oh for fuck's sake how do you read it??"

I giggled as I answered, "it's Żaneta but I hate my name, you can call me Róża."

"That's not easier, honey."

I send him a kiss while walking away, "I am not easy, Radek."