The Night We Met

Part One

''Are you going somewhere? It sounds like you're in a bit of a rush.'' Mom asks me.

I, indeed, am on my way to  my favorite restaurant called ''Slice of Spice'', because they sell possibly the best spicy kinds of foods in town. I am craving their famous four chili noodles with chicken so bad, I couldn't make myself eat the leftovers of soup one more time.

''Yep. I'm going to 'Slice of Spice'.'' I say, while crossing the road.

''Noodles again?'' I hear mom on the other side chuckle quietly.

''As always.'' I laugh.

''Alright, have a good night! Maybe send me a picture of how you look tonight! Haven't seen you for a while.''

''Will do. Bye, mom.'' I say and hung up. I open the door to the restaurant, surprised of the overwhelming amount of people. The waiters are running left and right, trying to take people's orders as much as possible, and I hear bunch of familiar food names getting called out in the kitchen, that is right next to the entrance.

Even though it is pure chaos in the restaurant, it still manages to save it's usual, calming vibe around and that is one of many reasons of why it's my favorite restaurant.

The warm colours remind me of my childhood cottage. Everywhere on the tables and against the walls are lighted candles, which gives an extra spark in people's eyes. The lights are dimmed, as always, kind of giving a "dinner in candlelight" vibe. I love it.

I walk out of the sliding doors in the middle of the restaurant to the outside patio, much to my surprise, it is also filled with many people and none of the tables are free.

But I'm not giving up just yet.

Not today, Universe. You picked the wrong day to mess with a hungry woman.

The thing is, I won't walk away until I get my noodles. I hadn't had a normal meal at all this weekend because of the amount of job work I had, and nothing would beat the noodles.

''Hi, excuse me, is there possibly any free spot left here?'' I give a shot to one of the waiters.

''No, not really.'' He says and walks away, holding three drinks.

Okay then. I scan the place one more time again, until I spot two guys sitting at one table. They both are sitting in the corners of the table, chatting. I can't examine their faces, because of my good eyesight. Thanks auntie Riki.

They wouldn't mind, would they?

This restaurant, most of the time, is visited by locals, and everybody knows everybody, and I'm not the first one to do this, so...they shouldn't mind.

In my defense, normally I wouldn't be this bold, but my body physically can not function anymore without those noodles. I think you got that.

The man in front is laughing so hard he places both hands against his face.

I walk straight up to their table, and simply ask: ''Hey, can I sit here?" And I point to the seat's left side. If they agree, I would be in my corner, just enjoying my noodles and minding my own business.

They both look up to me. That's when I realized whom I had just asked to join.

I turn pale. And freeze. I want to walk away, but my legs are not cooperating.

''Yeah, I guess.'' The guy on my side hesitates for a second, quickly looking around (I guess he was looking why was I asking to sit at their table) and then says. It was Tyler Hernández - one of the best Dortmund's players.

The guy in front of Tyler was Jacob Birmingham. I was a literal fan of both of them, when I used to watch their games with my best friend Clara. Inside of me squeals and nearly asks for an autograph, but my outside tries to keep it cool. Tries. Hence the fact that I'm still frozen.