Return of a Broken Heart

Twenty Three - Sevilla (Part 2)

German decided to take his daughter's advice. He would do the manly thing. For once, he wouldn't be a coward.

The phone call was one of the most terrifying, adrenaline-including, thrilling phone call he had ever made in his life. He was on the edge of his seat on multiple occasions; he could never predict what Angie would say next. It only phased him when there were prolonged silences though, he recalled in hearing the sound of Angie's voice. He had to reiterate the question but, after perspiring an unhealthy amount, Angie agreed to go out with him. After the call was surely ended, he squeaked happily and raised his arms in the air. Think Kate Winslet in "The Holiday". He embodied the male version of that.

Straight after Angie's acceptance, he phoned his beautiful, wonderful daughter. It was thanks to her that she said yes.

Once Violetta had celebrated with her father, she lectured him. He had to dress smart and take her to a nice place. Their first date needed to be worth all the waiting!! German would wear a suit and he would buy Angie flowers. Not just any flowers though. Roses. Red roses. Cliche, but the ultimate romantic gesture. 

The call ended and German proceeded to take more of his daughter's advice.

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Pablo teased Angie for looking nice. She joked that she was going to see her niece, Violetta. He didn't believe that. She looked too pretty just to be seeing her niece. She was seeing German. He knew that.

Suddenly, he felt a twinge inside him. It was nothing, only the sound of his heart breaking. Only for the God-knows-how-many-eth time. He loved Angie. He had always loved Angie, but now it was time to forget her. The pain had eased gradually in these three years, but she would finally be with German. He wouldn't forgive himself if he came between her happiness. He would let her go.

Angie turned back to him and smiled. She was ready for her date.

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German saw her sitting there. She had a sea side table. Her dress complimented her eyes, her hair, and her surroundings. How did she do that? She was so effortless. She was....

"Name, Sir?" The Maitre'd asked. He was so flustered he hadn't even noticed him there. Did he even want to say anything? That meant that he would be guided to Angie, who would see that he was late. That would lead to another argument and or her not talking to him. It was a big risk to take, this date. Perhaps too much of a risk. He stuffed the roses in the maitre'd's hand.

"Give these flowers to that woman there."

Bewildered, he gestured, "The lady in pink, there?" German nodded. And ran.

Angie was sat, patiently waiting. How long before she would accept that she had been stood up?