Patient Love - Marco Reus Fanfic

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Note: All characters, names, situations are fictitious.

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We arrived the restaurant and apparently Marco had a reservation in here because when the blonde waitress spotted us, she smiled and nodded. We followed her and she led us to a table for two.

Marco rolled my chair and smiled. He looked so handsome with his black suit. I melted.

"This place is amazing." I said.

"Wait until you try the food." He said winking at me.

A few seconds later the blond waitress appeared next to us and handed us the menus.

"Good evening, what can I get you to drink?" She asked Marco.

He looked at me a bit confused.

"Gewürztraminer?" He asked looking at both of us. I laughed inside.

He looked pretty adorable, holding the menu and looking at me unsure about what wine he should order. I nodded and he smiled and looked to the waitress.

"Gewürztraminer." He said sure this time.

He returned his eyes to the menu not before giving me a wink

"Need help with that?" He asked without looking at me.

"I am fine." I said.

I was still having struggles with the language but this menu was in German and French, so I didn't had any problem reading it.

The girl returned with the wine and she took our order and quickly disappeared. Marco leaned on the table to look at me closer, I did the same.

"You look beautiful." He said. Inmediately I felt the blush growing in my cheeks.

"Danke." I said.

He extended his hand to touch mine. He brushed his fingers on my knuckles and then he turned my hand to caress my palm, that sent shivers down my spine and he knew it because he had a big smirk on his face. His skin was really soft and warm, I loved it.

"So this is a French restaurant in Germany." I said and he nodded.

"You like it?" He asked.

"It's beautiful." I said. It was true, the decoration was beautiful. The walls were white so as the tables. The lamps and the decoration was golden. Also the chairs.

"I thought of you when I saw it." He said, I smiled.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it's French- He said taking a sip of his wine – and cute." He said.

I giggled.

"I see." I said narrowing my eyes.

He sighed loudly and he was about to say something when the girl arrived with our food. He leaned back and looked at me while the girl placed the two plates in front of us.

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We ate and talk the whole evening. The food was incredibly delicious, as good as the ones in the French Restaurants back in Paris. Apparently Marco liked French cuisine, he seemed like he enjoyed the food very much.

The girl brought us a plate covered with an aluminum cap and placed it between us and left immediately. Marco was now staring at me while biting his lip.

"Are you okay?" I asked moving my head aside.

"Ja, you?" He asked.

"I want dessert." I said and he laughed.