Fantazia (one shot - english) (+18)

The one everyone desire (II)

HEART ATTACK! I knew God was a woman, otherwise I can't imagine what other entity could make all my dreams became true in one sentence!

I would write to him that I am resigning right now and we don't have to wait until tonight, but I still think is best to keep my despair in check and not scare him. Although it is hard...

Mary "Of course!"

I think the exclamation point is too much, but it's too late to delete it.

Gianni "Tell me where you work and when you finish for today."

With my heart in the same rhythm and a huge smile on my face, I give him the address of the store and tell him that I'll be done in an hour.

Gianni "I'm coming to pick you up and we'll see where we go afterwards"

I'm literally jumping up and down for joy and I don't care if the manager sees me on some camera, sitting on the phone instead of dealing with the customers who are currently being taken over by my colleagues. I confirm the details with Gianni and for the next hour I look at the clock every two minutes.

Seven o'clock comes with an inner turmoil such as I have not experienced in all my 25 years. I have had longer and shorter relationships, but none of them gave me such emotions before meeting a guy. As a last minute decision I use the discount I have as an employee in the store and buy a new dress to replace the much too ordinary outfit I have, jeans and a t-shirt that I think someone on the morning subway smeared it with mustard. So the dress is a black one with large reddish flowers, which matches the ruby of my long, loose hair, and my old, but still holding up pretty well, sneakers. All in all, I don't look like the models he's used to, but I don't look like a beggar either. After all... I don't even know if I can even consider it a date, right?

But not one of the million scenarios my mind has dreamed up in the last hour matches reality as I walk out the door of the store with my phone in hand, wondering if he's really going to come, if he's going to be real or I will receive a spontaneous message informing me that he will not come anymore. Because once I walk out of the store, on the right, with one leg propped against the wall and his large hands in the pockets of his ripped black jeans, through which you can see the tattoos on his legs, is HIM. He's wearing a black shirt, open at the button, but I can still see the tattoos that go to the base of his neck, but mostly the ones on his heavily veined arms, because his sleeves are rolled up to the elbow. He slowly looks up at me and I am taken in by the way he looks at me. Intensive. Dark.

He straightens up and comes towards me, probably noticing that I'm unable to move, mesmerized by his blue eyes, but a colour mixed with a brown that completely steals my heart and my breath.

"Mary," he whispers my name in his thick voice, which leaves its mark on me.

"Hello, Gianni" I manage to answer with a smile after clearing my voice broken by emotion.

He leans over and kisses me on one cheek, then the other, and I barely manage to do the same without fainting from this gorgeous man being so close to me and kissing my cheek.

"Are you ok?" he looked at me with his fatal smile at the corner of his mouth and a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Yes!" I try to be convincing, but, above all, to come to my senses, until I make a fool of myself. "I honestly can't believe you're here."

"I told you I was coming."

"Anything else could have happened and you wouldn't have made it..."

His smile widens, but his gaze is just as piercing.

"Nothing was more important than meeting you."

He left me speechless and I can't help but be as honest with him as before.