Dreams Can Come True

12. Georg

Georg settled into Bill's comfortable desk chair as I sank down with a soft sigh onto the edge of the bed. A slight hesitation was visible in his gaze, as if he were carefully choosing the words he wanted to share with me. His deep breath betrayed an inner tension that I recognized.
"I need your advice, Elise," Georg finally broke the silence. My curiosity was immediately piqued, and I nodded invitingly for him to continue.
"I met a girl a few days ago while out partying," Georg continued, his gaze briefly drifting to an invisible point in the room. It was as if he were gathering his thoughts before continuing. I felt my shoulders automatically begin to relax. I was somewhat relieved that this was the topic he wanted to discuss with me. "And she asked to meet up, but I'm not sure what to do," Georg went on. A deep sigh escaped his chest. It was clear he was struggling with himself.
"Oh, Georg, why are you hesitating?" I asked, with an encouraging smile. He sighed again, and his response came softly, almost in a whisper, "I'm afraid she only likes me because of Tokio Hotel."
The disappointment in his eyes was palpable, as if he had experienced disappointments before that made him suspicious. My heart went out to him, and I took a moment to consider what advice I could offer him. "What's it like when you message each other?" I finally asked, searching for a glimmer of hope in his story.
"Great," he replied immediately, and a spark of enthusiasm lit up in his eyes. "We text a lot," he added, and I could feel the genuine joy.
"I'd give her a chance," I spoke sincerely to encourage him. "Go have a drink with her. And if you find out she's constantly talking about Tokio Hotel, thank her kindly for the date, pay for the drinks, and go home."
His eyes brightened, as if my words gave him the reassurance he sought. "You're right, Elise," he said convincingly. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Quickly, he grabbed his phone and sent a message. He looked up for a moment, "It's settled, we have a date tomorrow. Thank you, Elise!!"
A smile spread across my face as I saw Georg come alive. He stood up, hesitated for a moment as if he wanted to hug me, but then thought better of it. "I guess I won't hug you now, huh?" he chuckled. "Haha, no, better not, next time when I have more clothes on," I teased him with a wink.
A light humor filled the room, and Georg gave me a grateful smile.
"Elise," he said again, his tone more serious, "Could you maybe keep this a secret from the guys? I don't feel like being teased right away." I nodded understandingly, "Of course, Georg, we'll keep it between us." At that moment, there was a soft knock on the door, and Bill entered with two water bottles, his curiosity clearly visible.

"Hey Georg, the football match is about to start again, huh!" Bill said with a grin on his face. The football match was about to start, and Georg, still filled with excitement, exclaimed that he didn't want to miss a moment of the action. In his enthusiasm, he ran out of the room. Bill sat down next to me on the bed and asked curiously, "What was that about?" I couldn't suppress a laugh and replied, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, "Georg needed some advice from a girl." Bill nodded understandingly. "I thought so. We all noticed he's been on his phone a lot lately. Did he meet someone?" He looked at me questioningly. I leaned back on the bed and playfully removed Bill's bathrobe, which I still had on. With a mischievous smile, I said, "Why don't we just pick up where we left off?" A teasing glint in my eyes made it impossible for Bill to resist the temptation. He grinned at me as he placed his hand on my hip. "Oh, really?" he said playfully. I nodded with a smile and pulled him towards me, causing him to land on the bed next to me. He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "Is this where we left off?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I let my fingers glide along his neck and teased him, "Maybe, maybe not." He looked at me challengingly and gave me another kiss. His lips trailed along my jawline as my hands stroked his back. The tension between us grew, and I felt his breath quicken. His eyes sparkled with desire as he gently kissed my neck, leaving a trail of tingles. I enjoyed the intimate moment, the connection between us growing with each touch. Bill lifted his head and looked at me again, his eyes full of love and passion. "Perhaps we should indeed pick up where we left off," he whispered softly. The room was filled with a gentle tension, and we both knew that this moment was special.