Temporary (Georg Listing Fanfic)

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"So tell me about yourself. Like where you came from, your childhood, and how you ended up at Retro," Georg asked as he licked ice cream from his spoon. We had stopped at an ice cream parlor a while ago.

"Do I seem that interesting?" I joked with him in attempt to lightening the awkwardness I was feeling.

"Come on, tell me. How'd you book Retro?"  he laid back and ate his ice cream. All of his attention clearly put on me. The way he looked at me made it feel as if anything I was about to say was the most important thing for him to hear. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make my heart beat fast since no one had ever really given me this attention.

"Well, had just graduated when I was introduced to Mark. Alan had met him at a college campus tour and they kept in contact. At the time Mark was interning for head runner of the Retro and recommended Alan. At the time I wasn't looking for a job, I was perfectly content with working at food place. Photography was my little side project, Mark had invited me to photograph his wedding. When I showed him the photos, he was persistent in getting me to work for Retro, but I always declined. After like the 20th time of him asking, I accepted. My stepfather had just left my mom and we were struggling to pay bills, and with my school. It was a really hard time," I paused, and licked my ice cream. Georg nodded in sympathy.

"I doubled between my old job and Retro, but time was a problem. Since I got paid more at the other job, I told Mark I wouldn't be able to do it anymore. He had just been given the position of being the Head so he told me that he would help me start up my own project beside from Retro, for extra cash. After I opened my side project, I was making more money just by taking pictures and it had more time to be with my family. I decided to stay at Retro, and since then I've been working there for 3 years," I continued.

"That's a lot of decision making for an 18-year-old. Well at the time you must have been at least 15 years old, right?" he asked. I nodded, putting my head down. Hearing says my age out loud, made me feel disgusted. It wasn't bad, I was legal, but still. Here I am slightly interested in a guy who was at least 30 years old. But I knew that I shouldn't have these thoughts so I tried to get my mind off of it and focused on my ice cream, which was melting on my hands.

I could Georg laugh, as I tried to lick off the residue.

"You look like a kitten, cleaning themselves," he joked, biting into his cone. I kicked his shin, from under the table, and let a small giggle out.

"Ow," he exaggerated. I laughed loudly as he caressed his leg, emotionally. He dropped his leg and looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back, as I stared into his green eyes. We searched each other's eyes, for what I wouldn't be able to tell you but there was emotion. Neither of us said a word, the only noise that surrounded us was the cars passing by and the chit chatter of the people around us.

Suddenly his phone rung loudly, I turned my head away to the street. I figured it was one of the guys, calling to ask where we were.

"Hey, love," he said softly.

'Love? 'I questioned myself. I wondered who it was on the other end. I listened to him describe the details of the shoot. I knew for sure it wasn't any of the boys. His little giggles and smiles made me jealous of whomever he was talking to.

"Alright," he said laughing. He nodded silently and rolled his eyes a bit.

"You know that," he sighed softly.

'They knew what?' I wondered.

"You know that I love you, baby," he said extra quietly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear. I looked away and into the bright neon sign for the ice cream place. We were back to the nice after he hung up. We didn't look at each other, we just sat quietly, it seemed as if the world around was going quiet too.

But once again the silence was broken by a ringtone. I swiped my finger across the screen to answer.

Before I could let a word out, I hear Alan's voice, "Montana, it'd be nice if you get home now."