You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 25: It was supposed to end like this!?

I tell him a little of everything about my own life. Passing by mentioning that I am a writer, besides being guitarist. And also talk about my other favorite rock bands.

Till looks at me with admiration then advances his hand and catches mine, he caresses it gently between his fingers. The waiter interrupts this moment by taking our orders and Lindemann withdraws his hand.

We start eating, looking at each other discreetly when something touches my foot. I don't retort and continue eating but this happens again.

-Keep your feet on your side, Till. I say in a simple tone, without looking at him.

-Oh sorry, I didn't pay attention... Exclaims the man in front of me.

My evening partner coughs loudly and then continues eating as if nothing has happened. But after a few seconds, his foot caresses my leg again.

-I don't know what you're playing, but stop right now !! I whisper so that no one but him can hear it.

-Mademoiselle doesn't like it? Or does she prefer to go directly to the act? He mocks.

-What! I exclaim with surprise and fury.

-If Till Lindemann invites a girl to the restaurant, it's because he has an idea behind his head.

I swallow at the words he just says. He really believes he can have me in his bed, just by inviting me?

-Listen to me, Herr Lindemann... I don't bend to your desires.

-No girl refuses to pass in my bed, I got all the girls who passed under my eyes.

-You are not interesting in anything like the others, you're even older than my grandmother...

-I'm only 50 years old !! He exclaims with rage, then adds: Besides why have you accepted my invitation in the first place?

-I thought it was interesting to know you more, but still... you think you can compare to all these groupies that you bang each night. I say while I get up.

All the people in the restaurant look at us with eyes full of questions. I even notice a paparazzi in a corner taking pictures.

-Go back to your seat, I'll take care of him... Murmurs a furious Lindemann.

I don't obey him and stand near the table, watching the singer heads towards the photographer. He removes his camera and then smashes it against the wall and puts the memory card in pieces, with only one hand.

-I told you to go back to your place, buckstabu !! He orders, coming back to me.

-How dare you call me a night girl? I shout with rage.

-Because it's the truth, you think I'm not aware of the kid you're bearing ?!

My breathing speeds up and my heartbeats increase. How did he know this detail?

-Drink down your words, Till Lindemann !! I threaten him with order.

-Who is the father? Paul or Richard?

I wrinkle my eyes in rage, trying to keep myself cool and not jump on him to strangle him.

-You rather prefer the threesomes, and you thrust them both together?

-Dirty Bastard !!

I throw my glass's beverage to his face and slap him with all my strength. Without giving him a last look, I take my purse and then turn my heels and go out.