"Well, that's amusing!" Mark laughed when I told him how Gary tried to impress Greta "He can be such a discrete gentleman sometimes..."
He had taken the story about meeting Gary very well I thought... I just hoped that he would be as understanding as then when I told him I was Angie...
"Well, Greta seemed not to care much about his discretion you know? I think she secretly fancied him when we were younger..."
"Ah... so you know Take That"
"Hmmm, yeah... I mean... You were famous in the States back then... Liz was a huge fan of yours..."
"And what about you? Did you like us or you were one of those TT-haters?"
"Oh, no... I was--- beyond that"
"You liked NKOTB right?"
"Well..." I rolled my eyes.
"You liked the Kids!" he laughed out loud again.
"I thought they were cool... but then I changed my mind"
"What made you change your mind?" he asked me as he poured some more wine in our glasses.
"Things..." I avoided the answer.
"C'mon... I'm not going to say anything, promise" he said grinning and placing his hand on mine as he stared into my eyes.
He seemed to have that stunning smile of his stuck on his face - not five minutes passed by without him smiling again, releasing the possible tension which could be in the air.
As I stared at him with a completely blank look on my face -you know, the kinda absorbed look one has when you're hypnotized- Mark smiled. He just did that! He stared back at me, with that amazing smile (blinking a little bit more than usual perhaps) but still smiling, still looking at me.
"Do your cheeks hurt when you go to sleep?" I asked him completely focused on my thoughts about his smile and not on anything else.
"Huh...?" he uttered, still smiling.
"Your cheeks... you've been smiling for like what--- three hours already? Doesn't your face hurt or summat by the end of the day?"
"Well, it's not a crime to smile, is it? As if someone would get hurt from---"
"Hummm..." I cleared my throat and looked away form him.
"What?" Mark asked me frowning for like two seconds before he went back to smiling at me.
"Nothing..." I rolled my eyes and stood up to start picking the dishes up.
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Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]
Fiksi Penggemar{ You don't need to be a fan to read } "Could it be possible that I had started creating in my mind an image of how I wanted Angie to be?" Can a teenage love stand the test of time? Mark and Angie met in the States in the 90s, some time before Take...