Luce di Stella • Kenan Yildiz

Chapter 18: She Said Yes

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What the fuck had gotten into my mind to take a private jet to Riga and a rental car to an - to me until this point - unknown city roughly an hour south, just to watch Turkey's U21 team face Latvia's U21s. Like, seriously, why?! Because I liked a boy. A boy that had joined the U21s after two games with the senior team, in which he had even gotten some minutes. Of course I had watched the games and yes, I had worn the #15 jersey Kenan had made sure for me to have.

And now I was sitting in this small stadium with some 200 Latvian people who were all eyeing me weirdly. I didn't look Turkish at all but was wearing one of their jersey - for them it probably didn't make any sense. I hadn't even told Kenan that I was coming because I still couldn't quite believe it myself.

He was benched, and didn't even bother to look up at the tribune, probably because he didn't expect anyone to come for him anyways. And since I had a bunch of Latvian people all around me, I didn't feel confident enough to shout his name through the stadium - that would be even more embarrassing than the whole situation already was. So I waited, and was rewarded when Turkey shot a goal, which I saw as my sign to stand up and clap while shouting "Come on!" - I had no idea of any Turkish words.

The people on the Turkish bench turned around, seemingly confused that they had a fan travelling to freaking Latvia for them. But when Kenan saw me, he didn't quite seem to believe it, his lips only turning slowly into a smile when he realised that I was actually here - for him. By half-time, the score was square at 1-1 and when the boys walked back into the tunnel, I saw Kenan wave and smile at me while I blew him a kiss, at which he acted to faint - he'd definitely get some questions from his teammates about that and about me.

When they walked back out again for the second half, he turned around again to watch me in the stands, shaking his head in his hands, he didn't quite seem to be able believe it yet.
"Are you dating?" one Latvian guy next to me asked me and I shook my head.
"No, I'm just his stalker actually" I replied and he looked at me weirded out before deciding to shuffle away from me a few seats.

Unfortunately, Turkey lost 2-1, which wasn't good, but then again, Kenan didn't play, so that's probably why. I had to ask him for the reason for that.

Kenan Yildiz
How are you flying back to Turin?

Bibi 🥰❤️
By jet 🛩️

Kenan Yildiz
Fancy
You think you have space for a +1? 😇

Bibi 🥰❤️
What do I get in return?

Kenan Yildiz
Eternal love

Bibi 🥰❤️
🙄🙄🙄
Fine, my rental car is in the parking lot outside

Kenan Yildiz
Is it a Volkswagen?

Bibi 🥰❤️
Sure as hell not

I walked outside to the white Fiat 500 I had rented for the day where I waited for Kenan to appear. He did so after twenty minutes and the grin on his face still wasn't wiped off.
"You'll never make me forget that I came, right?" I huffed and laughed.
"Never" he replied and hugged me before picking me up and spinning me around a few times. When he put me back down again, our lips were quick to find each other and we stood there in that parking lot of this small Latvian town's football stadium, forgetting about time and everything around us.

"Will you finally admit that you have a thing for me and let me take you on a date?" he asked.
"Fine" I huffed and he jumped, throwing his fist in the air, which made me shake my head.
"I don't know into which awful hole you'll drag me in Turin, but whatever" I sighed, still having to annoy him a bit, I couldn't go down without a fight.
"It will be the best evening of your life, trust me" he replied.
"It better be" I muttered and sat down on the driver's seat in my car to get us back to the airport and back to Italy - I was already experiencing pasta withdrawal symptoms, and it had only been a few hours in another country.