April 8th

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by eddyscroptop

by eddyscroptop

So the guy that I based this chapter on is @/lasselom on instagram. AKA my future husband because it doesn't seem to be working out with anyone here stateside.

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Let me tell you there is nothing better than the Norwegian Navy. Whoa boy. A bunch of fit men that look like vikings.

IT's even better when they are on the field watching the game with me.

"Freya. This is Frederick. He's been wanting to meet you since yesterday."

"You and your brother. Quite the futbol players. I see why everyone calls you Loki." I sat there and giggled like a little girl. Then Joey nudged me.

"Right. Uh. Sorry. Yeah. I'm sorry. I'm really bad at this." I honestly had no idea what to say. I just wanted to stare at him.

"How much longer are you in town?"

"Four days."

"Good. I can take you on a date."

"I'm guessing you don't get a lot of 'no's' when you say that."

"Don't ask a lot of women. Still don't really get any no's."

Damn. I can really see why.