Your family and Sascha's go together on a trip to Paris. Will something happen between you and this conceited and spoilt tennis player or will it all end in a huge family fight?
We agreed to meet up in the hotel entrance at 3 in the afternoon. When I say "we", I mean Irina and I, because Sascha seemed to disconnect once again after his two syllable response. I can't believe I agreed to do this. I was starting to regret it already. I understood how upset he was for having lost the match since it was obviously important and I didn't doubt it, but I mean, come on, you can't be depressed for the rest of the trip or be rude or cold to everyone around you. After all, he was a young tennis player with a thounsand defeats to come in the future. He might want to start trying to handle it.
As my mind drifted with this angry thoughts, I started getting pissed off with his attitude, just like it happened the day he accidentally hit me the first time we met and behaved like a jerk with me. The only thing I wanted to do was show him how confident I was and make him realize he had acted like a fool.
I didn't feel excited at all with this date, to be honest. But as I started getting ready I realized it was probably a positive thing. I wasn't feeling nervous at all, and I could use that to my favour. It was less likely that I would ruin things by doing something stupid
I didn't even make a big effort choosing my outfit. Of course, I wanted to look good and confident, but I chose something comfy and casual.
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On my way down to the entrance, I run into Irina.
"Sascha is waiting for you in the car. Good luck" she told me with a smile, and left.
Unbelievable. Her mother had to go check whether he would actually show up or ditch me. How could I have considered, at least for a moment, he wasn't actually a jerk? I sighed, but rushed downstairs. It was to late to back up.
The first thing I saw when I got out of the hotel was a huge black racing car with the front lights on. When Irina said "tha car", did she mean this spaceship?
I tried my best to play it cool as I approached the car. By no means was I going to give Sascha an opportunity to feel important.
Before I could open the door myself, someone opened it for me from the inside.
"Hey, I didn't see you coming" said Sascha as he moved back to his seat after pushing the door open for me.
"Hi" I said kind of drily, without even looking at him. "Your mom told me you would be in the car, so...". I placed my purse on the floor and fastened my seatbelt.
He moved his face in denial and sighed. Allright. This would be a long afternoon.
Sascha put on some music and we didn't speak a word until he parked somewhere near the centre of Paris, I guess. This meant I had another 15 minutes to hate myself for being there.
I also hated myself for noticing Sascha was still looking stunning, like he did at breakfast. Damn it.
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After having parked, I noticed Sascha was sitting still with his hands on the steering wheel, in silence. His face lacked any kind of expression, but it was enough for me to guess he hated being there as much as I did.
"Look, I'm sorry if I'm ruining your day off, you know. We don't have to do this. I can just go sightseeing on my own, I..." I started but he interrupted me.
"No, no. It's not like that" he turned and finally faced me. "I was kind of overwhelmed this morning, I wasn't thinking straight. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm sorry" I looked attentively at him. His eyes looked sad rather than mean, so I believed his apology. Not that it changed much, but it was something.
He rushed out of the car as I looked down for my purse. To my surprise, the door beside me flung open and I noticed Sascha was holding it open for me. He extended his hand my way.
"Let's start over" he said, with a shy smile on his face. I hadn't seen him smile since that first night he tried to make peace with me after the incident in the hallway. I couldn't help but smile back, almost as a reflex. I took his hand and got out of the car.
Luckily for us, it was no longer raining. However, the weather was strange. The city was way to dark for a spring afternoon, but the rainy pavement and the streetlights, which were already on, created an amazing view.
I decided I wouldn't let Sascha's sudden friendly attitude lead me on. He had disappointed me once, so he could definitely do it twice. I carried on with my fairly distant behavior.
Wearing those shoes was my greatest decission. I didn't imagine we would walk that much. Not that I was complaining about it. Sascha seemed to know everything about the city, really. His guided tour was definitely interesting, but after some time I stopped paying attention to what he was saying. I was enjoying his deep voice way too much. Sometimes I would just ask him something to make him speak some more and witness the way his eyes shined when he knew the answer.
"Is that a chapel?" I asked, pointing at a building.
He laughed loudly, smiling so much I could see his sharp back teeth. "No, that's the Louvre Museum. Haven't you heard of it? Mona Lisa?"
Of course I had heard of it. Of course I knew that was not a chapel.
"Sorry, Mr know-it-all. It's my first time in Paris. I promise I won't ask any more stupid questions" I answered, laughing.
"It's okay. I've been here so many times I sometimes assume everybody has to know these things" he said, looking around until his gaze got lost in the distance.
A tiny ray of sun made its way throught the thick clouds and fell over his transparent eyes.
My knees went weak and I was out of breath. God, not again.
I had to split the date chapter in two because it got way to long!! Next part coming up tomorrow! Will they finally start over or is Sascha giving false hopes? Hope you like the story so far and again thanks a lot for your comments!!! :)
