Stalker | ThirdUnion

6: Unexpected Meeting

Soviet was outside the office building chilling in his truck. A cigar in between his lips. To anyone it would appear that he was just out for a smoke break, but in reality he was waiting for you know who.

He waited patiently for that small grey car to show up.

And he could barely hide his excitement when it did. He watched through his car mirrors, watching that little German hop out of his own car.

Goodness he was beautiful.

Such a wonderful appearance like always. He was wearing black suit pants, a white button up, and instead of a suit jacket, he wore a fitted black suit vest.

Soviet smiled at the sight of him. His cute button up being too big for him, giving the end of his sleeves a puffy look which accentuated his waist nicely.

Soviet continued to watch him as the other partly went back into the grey car to get some paper work. Once he got his papers, the little German organized himself a bit before locking his car and making his way into the big building.

Soviet watched his every move. He hummed, this reminded him of when he first saw the little German.

Similarly, he was out on a smoke break.

Back then he was out with some friends. They where chattin' about dumb drama in the office, bosses they hated, annoying coworkers, whatever they could think of to rid the feeling of the boring work place.

At some point on their smoke break a small car, similar to todays, pulled up.

It was nothing compared to what the wealthier workers had parked. Some of his coworkers pointed it out, making fun on the tiny tin can.

They continued to make fun of it until they saw the person who was driving it stepped out. And my goodness they stopped talking when they saw the person who stepped out.

Soviet chuckled, he could remember the first time those beautiful eyes looked at him.

The eyes that looked right at him before walking into this cursed building. It was a small glance sure, but for Soviet it was fate. It was love at first sight. And he needed to follow that love.

So Soviet put his cigar down, hopped out of his car, and started to make his way back into the building.

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The Russian had had a tiring morning. Yet a small part of him was motivated to keep working. Perhaps it was because he knew that Reich was somewhere in the building with him.

He felt tired as he drank his coffee, it was almost eleven in the morning now, which meant it was almost lunch time. But he had to get back to work before he could eat again.

The Russian stood from from the chair he had been sitting in, he had been spending his time in the break room. He refilled his coffee, which was a gross lukewarm, and he made his way to the door.

He was about to pull the door open when someone on the other side had pushed it open. The door nearly hit him in the face but he caught it in time.

He caught it, but dropped his coffee. The other had dropped multiple papers that the coffee was staining.

Soviet was about to flip his biscuits on this country until he saw his sweetheart looking innocently at him.

"S-sorry, so sorry, I didn't see you. I-" Reich rambled on, quick to pick up the stained papers.

Soviet stared at him for a while before blinking out of his trance. He shook his head, keep it cool Soviet. "No, no, I should apologize. I'm the one who spilled my drink." Soviet helped him with the papers and the cup.

The carpet surprisingly didn't have too much coffee on it. And that was because Reich had the coffee all over him.

Soviet apologies profusely once he noticed. Saying that he should help the other even though the German had claimed it was fine.

But Soviet couldn't help himself really. He was almost in shock that he was talking to his dear so well and without trouble for so long. He had dreamed of this day for what felt like years. He thought it would be more romantic but things don't always go as plan.

Expect for Reich's and his future, that will go as planned.

So after some persuasive talk Soviet had managed to get Reich to let him help him. And that's where they where now. Reich sitting on the bathroom counter as Soviet was washing the coffee stains off of his shirt that he was still wearing.

The little German had take off his suit vest a while ago and was quietly blushing as the Russian was scrubbing his shirt with a paper towel. He hadn't really been this close to anyone in a long while, it was almost like all the people he meet would suddenly disappear.

But this wasn't anything, the guy was just helping him and they happened to end up like this.

The German blushed even more as the Russian moved closer to him. He could feel the others breath down his neck. He wouldn't complain though, At least some one was helping him, well, kinda.

The atmosphere became awkward slowly. Eventually Soviet pipped up "So... how long have you been working here?" Soviet didn't need the other's answer to that question. But might as well act like he doesn't know every single detail about this guy.

"Uh- well.." Reich clambered with his words, still embarrassed about his situation and how close the other was. "I've been here for almost two, maybe three years."

Soviet hummed, it was almost three. But he wouldn't say anything. He nodded. "I'm guessing you work in section 'E'?"

"Yeah..."

Soviet worked in section 'EA', but went to Reich's section to catch glimpses of him during his break.

The two went on chattering about whatever. Small talk here and there. Though Reich had to convince Soviet that there wasn't anything else he could do the Russian persisted.

"You really don't have to." Reich jumped down from the counter, hold his vest.

"But I insist. It's the least I can do to apologize." Come on, say yes. Say yes to me.

"I don't know, I really don't want to bother you. And it's fine, really-"

"Pleaseeee."

Reich looked at the Russian with a surprised face. He wasn't expecting the other to beg. It made him laugh awkwardly.

"Okay, uh fine. If your really want to."

Soviet smiled, his mind was screaming.
"Alright, thank you. So is there anytime you're free today or tomorrow."

Reich hummed. He really didn't want the Russian to take him out. It didn't feel right to him. But the other was really persistent to 'make it up to him'.

"Uh. Me and my friend where planning on going out tonight. Just a small dinner, but if you really want to pay for mine that would be fine."

Soviet nodded. He would of preferred a five-star fine dinning with roses and a shaded place where the two could be alone. But this could also work.

The two settled on tonight then. Progress had been made, and the Russian felt like he was going to faint.