That Bitch..

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There were a moments when I felt like i'm at the fashion show and not at the soccer ball. I'm not talking just about the ladies..the wives of those rich, successful and famous men were stylish. All of them had some kind of designer handbag, fake hair or fake boobs..They were probably regular customers at the tanning salons and they used the same makeup artist..

They husbands or boyfriends were stylish too..Luis Vuitton belts, Hugo Boss suits and Gucci shoes..All of them looked like David Beckham or Brad Pitt with the longer hair style. I finished my second drink and I was starting to feel hungry too. Sandra and Darren were talking to some couple and Roxanna was giving her business card to some bold fancy looking men. I decided to go to find something to eat..

I walked around the restaurant, but I had no luck.

"The kitchen is closed..I'm sorry.." Cute waitress informed me. "But try Handrool next door..It is small bistro.."

I walked out to the cold night. The streets was wet, it had to rain while I was inside. The Handrool was like few meters away. It was very retro looking place with two tables and four chairs, small TV and one Indian looking guy, who was dressed in red shirt..He said Hi, and asked me what would I like to eat..

I got hotdog and french fries..He also gave me some Coke and many compliments..I sat down enjoying my food..There was some Indian movie in TV..

The door of the Handrool opened and my eyes locked with the eyes of tall man. He had longer blond hair and stylish optical glasses on. He ordered slice of pizza and beer..

"Is somebody sitting here?" He asked me about the empty chair at my table. There was another table in the this bistro and it had two empty chairs, so why does he want to sit next to me?

"No." i swallowed my food. He sat at my table and smiled at me.I'm not going to eat and chew in front of him..I reach for my drink.

"What's your name?"

"What is your name?" I asked back.

"Matteo."

I did not tell him my name. I was not in the mood to talk to him..He was very cute tho..He looked like he can be in his late twenties.

"Good food huh?"

It was great before he came and joined me. I never liked to eat in front of man..I was the one who would always dripped or somehow got dirty.

We talked for little bit..

"You look fancy..coming from some party?"

"Yeah..from next door..There is some lame soccer party.." I said with the bitter face, he smiled.

"That sounds like a fun.."

"Tell me about it.."

Sandra called me. I answered..

"Where are you?"

"Next door..I was hungry.."

"We are going to Golem.." What the heck is Golem?

"O.k."

"Meet us outside.."

I put my cell back in the purse.."I have to go. It was nice to meeting you.." He asked for my number..

"I would like to take you to same place which is not boring."

I was thinking for a few seconds..He was cute, but...I'm single girl, in big city..I'm young...Why not? I gave him my number and walked out..I looked back through the glass window.. He was looked back too..