Dinzel

34// 7-series

{Marian}
After some hectic cleaning, I could finally settle for a break. My washing was done really fast so I have extra time to spend at the library. I have really gotten addicted to the books there, they just have a way of sinking you in it's content.

I am done with the book I was with at the garden the other day -the one the prince had marked - and I'm on my way to start one of the new books I had picked out.

It's a cloudy day, but I am not expecting rain. I am in a casual blue dress that's hugging the top half of my body. It's flay at the bottom and allows my laps a little gentle breeze.

Reading is just an encouragement to keep me going everyday, I know I won't have so long to do it though. Still strolling amidst the fine weather, my eye catches someone quite a distance away from me.

It's the prince, he's standing beside his car with his phone in his hand and he doesn't look pleased. For a moment, I'm torn between going over to find out what's wrong with him and carrying on with my journey.

He calls me his friend, so I feel somewhat obliged to be involved in his problems. In my defence, he probably wants to be left alone and if I go over there I wouldn't have much time left for my break. My conscience and my feet seem to have connived against me as I find myself walking towards the prince. I curse at myself, but continue walking. The plan is.. I ask what's wrong, say sorry and continue to go my way.

He's in a white t-shirt beautiful blue jeans, and the soft wind is playing a little toss game with his hair. His feet are covered with white sneakers and earpods sit in his ears. The t-shirt he's in hugs his muscular arms and chest. If he isn't the hottest thing one ever saw. He doesn't see me until I'm close up.

"Hey." I state very coldly and audibly.

He raises his head up and finally sees me. "Oh hey." His sweet perfume hits my nose.

"What's the matter? You look upset." I step back a bit so that the difference in our heights would not be so obvious.

"There's something wrong with my car and I can't get through to my repair guy." He looks down at his phone while talking, making it look like the repair guy's contact is on his screen. I keep my eyes on him.

"What's wrong with the car?" I take in his hot black BMW 7-series. He obviously has a thing for black cars and his taste is magnifique.

"I have a flat tire and I need to go out soon." I notice the slightly punctured tyre. It's not a big deal really, he could drive around with it. But of course, rich people. I get where he's coming from.

"Couldn't you like take another car? You have a lot." I inquire in a ridicule tone.

"I'm picky with the cars I take out to specific places. This is the car I always take to Jim's so I can't go with another."

I'm looking at this guy like who the fuck? He can't go out with another car cause he takes specific cars to specific places. I literally don't even have one freaking ride. He has to be joking.

"Can I take a look?" I cross my arms, looking at his to-die-for vehicle.

"Take a look?" He questions, obviously not expecting those words to be my next. He observes me for a moment.

"Okay," he moves over and I squat by the flat tyre, tapping on it. "Have you got any spare tires in the trunk?"

He pauses, narrowing his eyes. "Yeah I've got one tire and a tool box."

"Great." I get up. "I'll have it fixed in no time." I assure him, excited to change a BMW series 7 tire. Missing library time might just be worth it.

"Wow," he smiles. "You're really full of surprises."