Captivate You // Götzeus

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Marco never drinks coffee before training. His coach would have a fit, and the aftertaste always left his mouth sour. So he surprises himself, when he turns up to his local coffee shop at 9:32am, on his way to the Dortmund Brackel Training Ground. It's not overly crowded; rush hour must have already passed. Marco opens the door, counting the four corners of the ceiling along the way. He turns around and closes the door carefully, and again looks up, counting the four corners of the ceiling. Twice now. As he turns around, he takes a quick look at the que, before joining the end of it, keeping his head down. The line moves along gradually, but soon enough, he is ordering his coffee; a generic flat white to go. He waits by the edge of the counter, and takes this opportunity to count the four corners of the ceiling. That's the third time.

His name gets called as 'Marcinho', and even then a few heads snap around towards his direction. He takes the coffee, and kindly thanks the barista, before rotating around. Four confident strides later, and he's at the door. Opening it, he turns around, counting the corners of the ceiling for the fourth time; the final time.

And that's when it happens. While he walks confidently down the pavement, back towards his car, he doesn't even look up once. All he notices during the collision, is a cascade of coffee spilling through the air. The stranger yelped slightly, clutching his now empty coffee cup in his right hand. And Marco had never seen a more beautiful stranger in his life, as his own soft green eyes met the warm caramel of the man's.

"I-I'm so sorry! Oh my goodness you're soaked, that stuff was hot-" Marco started, but was cut off by the stranger.

"No it's okay, neither of us were looking where we were going." His voice was gentle, and Marco could have sworn his heart melted slightly.

"I'll buy you another one. I'm Marco by the way," he said, smiling to himself. The boy's eyes lit up slightly, and that's when he grinned to himself.

"Mario. I'm Mario Götze."

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They make their way to a different coffee shop. They walk quickly, Mario skipping slightly alongside Marco to keep up with this quicker pace, and they enter a newer, more mainstream coffee shop. Marco holds the door open for Mario, smiling at the smaller man. They stand in the queue, Marco taking the chance to count the four corners of the ceiling. Mario notices him looking up, and frowns slightly. He shrugs slightly and grins again.

"So Mario, what do you do?" Marco asks, noticing the suit he was wearing – thankfully not covered in coffee, unlike his coat.

"I'm a doctor, I work at the St.-Johannes-Hospital," he pauses, beaming at Marco, "I already know what you do, Reus." He's giggling to himself now, seeing the other man with a shocked expression on his face, "You are famous, and I haven't been living under a rock for the past few years. Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything." He turns back to the menu.

Marco blinks a few times, before smirking and shaking his head. He counts the four corners of the room again; that's twice. Mario turns back around to him, offering to pay, but being dismissed by Marco who is still smirking.