Mending Hearts||Marco Reus

Surprise

Sandra's POV

I crane my head over my shoulder.

Just a few seconds ago, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around me, along with the smell of familiar cologne. Hmm, that cologne. I think I've smelled that scent before during the days I would hang out around Marco. Marco.

Low and behold, I see him there, with a grin plastered all over his face. "Did I get you?" He asks. I purse my lips and turn them in a straight line. "Are you pursuing your career as a spy now? Going all James Bond, sneaking into my house. How did you even get here without me noticing?!" Him surprising me seemed sweet, but what if he was a class a criminal or an ex convict?! All the what ifs go through my head. My blood coursing through my veins with a certain temperature.

"Jesus, I went through the back. Not sure if you've heard about it yet." He trails off, sarcasm dripping off his words. I take a quick glance on my watch. "Sit yourself down first, Marco. It takes me a few minutes to put on heels." When I say it takes me minutes to put on heels, it does. Don't judge. "Yes master." Marco replies. "Good boy." I smile at him, patting his head simultaneously.

I walk into my enormous closet, picking up my heels that I've set aside from the several shoe boxes that make heaps and piles in the corner. I shut the door of the walk in closet and sit down on the edge of the bed as support while putting on my shoes. Meanwhile, Marco whistles to himself. I hear him murmuring something along the lines of "How have I now discovered these legs earlier in my life?!" Boys.

We walk out the massive house, into Marco's car at the back. Marco opens the door to his Audi R8 for me. "What a gentlemen you are today!" I exclaim. He just scoffs at my remark and continues on to the driver's side of the car.

Marco's POV

Finally, my rock is going on a date with me. My sole consolation during Mario's transfer saga. She's been my friend for such a long time, I can't remember the last day we didn't talk to each other. We always found a way to say hello to each other in person or via a phone call.

In no time, we arrived at Luigi's. (I named this restaurant after a real life Italian friend just so you know :P) I parked the R8 and fetched Sandra, even if she was fully capable of getting out on her own. My signature blonde hairstyle would be recognized anywhere in Germany and I'd previously warned Sandra that we could get some of the press on our tails.

I put Sandra's hand in mine and gave it a good squeeze to comfort her. After all, it was our first date. We needed to grow more comfortable with each other even if you would consider us very close and tightly knit friends at first glance. This is it Woody, you're on a date with your dream girl, don't fuck it up. I say to myself in my head. All is well.

We enter the restaurant and immediately ushered into the private lounge, which I've reserved for the night for Sandra and I. Our appetizers are delivered and soon enough the whole meal is scarfed down rather quickly. It was all a blur.

I pay the bill and exit the restaurant in tow with Sandra. As we exit, I see a few flashes in the distance. Yep, the press. I open up a conversation once we're safely in the car.

"So...how was the night? Was it good?" I ask, akwardly trailing off. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I always trail off when I'm near her. It's as if she has this certain effect on me which I can't quite put a finger on.

"Yup!" She says, popping the "p".  "Very fun. Enjoyed the food a lot. It's nice to go out once in a while, to try out new things." She concludes.

The drive back home was all fun and teasing. The sad part was when we reached her home. The first date with her had truly ended. Ended all too soon.

I drive into the driveway surrounded by gardens leading up to her mansion. I open the door of my car for her and help her up.

"We should do this more often." She blurts. "Couldn't have agreed anymore."

She smacks her lips on mine. That's when I knew, this day had been all too perfect.

It had been the best day of my life so far.

A/N: While having a conversation with the person who turns me into a small 12 year old girl every now and then whenever she updates, a very disturbing topic came into our inboxes and I decided to just drop it and write. Believe me when I tell you that I do not want to ponder about it before sleeping.

Anyways, thank you all for your amazing support on this story. I love you long time.

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