ONE SHOTS - Football ✔️

(4) Marco Reus

Regular Latte, Please

"Could I get a regular latte, please?" asked the girl at the counter, adjusting her bag strap as she spoke. It dangled from her shoulder, probably containing a laptop and a few books. Marco smiled politely at her.

"Sure thing," he said, placing her order into the cash machine. "Take away or drink in?"

"Drinking in, please," she said, pulling some money from her front pocket. She glanced at the display, quickly passing him the appropriate sum.

"Could I take a name?" Marco questioned, grabbing a pen to scribble down the customer's name on his pad. It always helped when looking for the person again. The cafe he worked, despite its small size, happened to get quite busy and he was used to taking precautions.

"Rani."

"Okay, thanks Rani. I'll bring it to you shortly."

She thanked him, walking off to claim a table near the window. It was fortunate there was one free. Rani could not work without a window there to distract her in times of boredom.

A few minutes later, after she'd unpacked her laptop and opened her essay, Marco walked over carrying a cup. He placed it on her table with a flourish.

"Here we go," he said, giving her a slight smile. "I hope you enjoy. If you need anything else, you know where to find."

"Thank you." She gave the server a brief smile before glancing down at the cup to see a dainty flower sketched into the cream.

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The next day, a city skyline.

The day after, a horse.

One week later, a name scrawled into the cream in messy scripture.

Marco

She looked up at him, one eyebrow quirked upwards. He smiled, a teasing look spreading across his face. "Just in case you were wondering."

The following day, a number was written across the surface. She typed it into her phone, glancing up at Marco. "I assume this is you."

"You'd be correct."

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It wasn't long before they were meeting each other for coffee at a different shop. And, on Marco's breaks, he would sit with her and they would chat. Occasionally, he would spin her laptop around, reading her progress on her essay, giving her pointers when he could.

Then, he asked her on a date, writing a message on the top of her coffee:

so, do you want to go on a date with me?

Rani grabbed a piece of paper, scrawling down her answer. She folded the paper and tucked it into his chest pocket, giving it a slight pat.

Once Marco was behind the counter, he withdrew the paper from his pocket, unfolding it to read the 'yes' that was written in the centre.

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A/N - if I were to do another preference book, which footballers would you want to see in it?