Till you Remember Me

Chapter 7

"Wait...you're going on a date with Charles Leclerc", Franz says shockingly looking at Marcella from the bathroom door, while getting ready for her date with Charles. It was hard for her even to believe it as well, but Charles didn't say it was a date, remember his exact words were, "I know we just met, but would it be okay with you if we go out for dinner tonight?". Nowadays, it is hard to tell when a guy asks a girl on a date unless he has made it clear from the beginning. "I don't know if I would call it a date...", Marcella said while doing her hair. She didn't know if it was a date, but it's not every day that a guy asks you to go out to dinner with him, unless he wants to ask you on a date, right? Marcella had chosen to go with a white silky dress, and a pair of beige sandals, with her hair midway up with a white bow in the back. 

Charles had told Marcella to wait until he texted her the time, which he still hadn't, but given that he was still probably doing his duty as a Formula One driver and having interviews, it was understandable that he still hadn't texted her. But that couldn't stop her from checking her phone every couple of minutes, a small glimpse here and there, or pretending to see something on social media, just in case he sent something and didn't she didn't hear it.  "He wouldn't be a smart man to forget about asking you out for dinner you know, also you remind me of all those girls that went to school with us," Franz said, sitting on the bed, looking through a magazine. Pretending that she couldn't see the desperation in Marcella's face to hear from Charles. Marcella couldn't help but think that maybe what Franz said was right, I mean I don't think that he would forget about asking me to go to dinner with him right?

                                                    -2 hours later- 

It was around 8:00 PM, and Marcella had fallen asleep waiting in bed for Charles. Franz had left to go out and explore the city on her own and find a party to crash. Marcella looked at her bright phone screen and just read the time "8:00 PM", she let out a heavy sigh and turned to look up at the ceiling. Could he have forgotten? I mean did it matter, she wasn't a special girl anyway, at least in his eyes. 

She got up from the bed and started heading towards the bathroom holding a pair of PJ's in her hand. The night was going nowhere, it was time to call it a night. It wouldn't hurt to watch a movie, she did have access to Netflix, and they did have good movies and right now she felt like watching a romance movie given what happened. 

As she reached the bathroom she heard a knock on the door. Maybe it was a hotel employee bringing her Franz after she passed out from partying a bit too hard in the lobby. She put her pj's down by the chair next to the hallway towards the door. She looked through the doorhole and saw a man she didn't know,  he didn't look like a worker, and based on the clothes he was wearing you could tell he didn't work at the hotel. She didn't question whether to open the door or not before she realized she was face to face with the man that was behind the door. "Hello, can I help you with something?", Marcella asked holding the handle and door open. "I'm sorry for the late inconvenience, you may not know me. I'm Lorenzo, Charles's brother. He told me to pick you up for your guy's date. He forgot to text you, he rushed back to get ready after his meeting, he apologizes and hopes you're still down for dinner.", Lorenzo said looking at Marcella with a smile on his face. 

A date, Marcella knew she heard right and she wasn't hearing nonsense. He didn't forget about her like she thought he did. She was hungry and still hadn't changed off her clothes. "No, it's okay. I figured something must have come up at work and that he couldn't make it (that was a lie, she thought he had forgotten about her). Let me grab my bag and keys and we can head out.", Marcella said with a smile back. She went back into the room grabbed her bag and hotel keys, headed back outside, and closed the door.