number 9

The Wichtige Nachrichten

FIFA World Cup 2018 would be starting in less than a week's time, but Jen had been feeling nervous, exhausted and stressed for the past six months, due to the fact that she was partly responsible for a lot of stuff concerning the comfortability and well-being of German, Polish and Spanish national football teams. Of course, she wasn't doing everything on her own, but still. She had a lot of weight on her shoulders. Her phone would never shut up, like, ever. Sometimes she just wanted to smash it against the wall or something like that.

She broke up with her boyfriend a year ago or so, because he wasn't able to put up with her busy schedule (cause she was actually doing something, while he wasn't). Jennifer was feeling lonelier than ever, she just wanted to be held and caressed and to be told that everything would be okay with the fucking championship. She really did miss Alex, though their relationship had been miserable and tiring for both.

Waltz was talking with a German national football team coach, Joachim Löw, who had been waiting for the team of Poland to leave the fucking pitch, because Germans needed their time to prepare and to get to know the field, when suddenly something hit her on her head and send all of her fucking notes, papers and documents flying on the ground, with her own body on top. Oh, she was going to kill whoever did this, Jennifer was so done with those football players getting in her fucking way, messing everything up, whilst she had to smile and guide them throughout their whole FIFA World Cup journey. Dizzy, she turned on her heels to see a man, jogging his way across the pitch, laughing his ass off.

"Oh my God, I'm literally so sorry, I just got distracted and lost my control of the ball. Are you okay?" That Polish was still chucking, smiling like a complete idiot. And it was driving her mad. She motioned Löw to wait for her on the stairs and turned back to the guy.

"It is alright". A fake smile is always an option, when actually you want to say something like "are you fucking kidding me you could've killed me".

Waltz noticed a football captain armband and searched around the pitch for a Polish coach, but he was nowhere to be found. She sighed and came closer to the man, who was tall and broad-shouldered; that guy was handsome, no doubt.

"Take your ball back and leave the pitch with your team, Mr. Captain, the Germans are waiting" Jen started gathering all of the papers in a rush mode, trying to do that as fast as she possibly could, just to avoid eye-contact with that blue-eyed guy.

"No". Such a simple answer. One word. Jennifer stood up and looked at him with her big hazel eyes.

"What did you say?"

"I said no". He was smiling, oh, that fucking smirk on his face. Jennifer wanted to punch his stupid egoistic face. But she knew she couldn't. She would have to solve this problem, somehow.

"Why? It is 3 p.m. Germany is supposed to have their time on this pitch. I would like you to leave the field with your teammates right now". Jennifer kept herself calm on the outside, while inside she was furiously cursing this arrogant Pole.

"I'm sure they can find another piece of land to train on, we came here first". He had got to be kidding, right? It's insane. She took a step forward, her face being at the same height as his Adam's apple. She looked up, pointing a finger at him and slightly touching his chest with her nail.

"No, you're going to leave and it's going to happen right now. Or I'm calling the guards, who don't care whether you're some kind of a celebrity or whatever you think you are". There she was, pissed off and on the edge of losing her patience.

But the guy smiled.

"Feisty one. I like it. No worries, sweetie, we have just finished and I was joking. See you around". And with that he walked off, leaving her extremely mad and feeling dumb. He was just teasing her, laughing at her, making up some kind of a stupid joke. She turned around and looked at his t-shirt. Lewandowski, number 9. That Bayern Munich guy. Oh, her ex-boyfriend's favourite football club, what a fucking coincidence.

She turned to find Löw calling his team out of their lockers. He motioned a "thank you". Waltz smiled weakly and walked out of the pitch.

Just to find her boss waiting for her.

Another fucking task for her.

And that Lewandowski guy standing next to him. Oh, what a great start of her career.