World Cup Romance

Brazil

"Welcome to Porto Alegre," Marco brushed the hair out of my eyes. Passengers were getting their belongings and getting off the plane.

A couple behind us let Marco and I out. We quickly grabbed our belongings and headed out.

We went right to baggage claim and got our bags. We then went outside to fetch a taxi to take us to our hotel.

Marco waved down a cab and we got in.

"Hotel Umbu," Marco told him. He nodded and started driving.

We had made it out of the long fourteen hour flight. It was a relief to finally be out of the uncomfortable seats.

The Taxi pulled up to the hotel and Marco handed him the money. We got our belongings from the trunk and headed inside for check in.

Our room was on the top floor, and we had an ocean view. I assumed it was going to be beautiful.

I wasn't disappointed.

"Oh my God..." Marco set his bags down slowly. I started smiling like a fool.

Two queen sized beds with striped lining sat on the wall to our left. On our right was a huge bathroom, with a bath and a shower.

Across the room was a large window drawn shut. I went over and opened it, revealing a porch. I unlocked the door and went outside, to the breathtaking view of the ocean.

The breeze hit my face, and smelled of saltwater. Everything looked beautiful.

"Good job picking our hotel," I wrapped my hand around Marco.

Marco's POV **

I woke up to birds chirping outside our window, and the sound of children on the beach.

Today was matchday for Germany and I couldn't be more excited. I had a lot of faith in Germany, and I knew they would do well.

I looked over to Nicole's bed, and it was empty.

"Nicole?" I shouted in the hotel.

She wasn't in here. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it, revealing a text from Nicole and my good friend Mario Götze.

I'm getting breakfast:) -Nicole

the text from Mario read:

dinner after the game?

I replied with:

absolutely bro! text me when

I put on a pair of flip flops from my bag and headed out of my room to get breakfast with Nicole.

When I got down to the lobby, she was sitting alone spreading cream cheese over a bagel.

"Guten morgen," I sat down with her.

"Morning sleepyhead," she smiled at me. "It's ten, you know that right?"

"Seriously? I slept in," I told her. "Anyway, we're getting dinner after the match with Mario."

She looked at me puzzled. "Mario Götze?"

"Yeah. Is that alright?"

"Yes. I don't think I've met him before," she told me.

"Nein, you haven't. Surprisingly," I shake my head.

"Let's go get ready," Nicole got up and placed her food in a trashcan. She pulled out her room key and started towards the elevators.