One In A Million

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Brooke’s POV

“From the last time that I met Marco, that is 5 days ago, we have constantly keep in touch, and definitely come closer to each other.  Sending text messages every morning before that he go to his training has become more like a ritual to him.  As I was still on holidays, I was letting my laziness gain on me and my body and let go myself for a few more hours of sleep in the morning.  I was waking up at around ten, and the first thing that I was seeing was a text message from Marco.  Every of his messages made me smile, and made me feel positive, happy as well.  It was like each time I was reading something from him, I felt that I would have a good day.  Our text conversations could last to 2AM, like it happened four days ago.  Both of us were so lazy to turn on the laptop, se we preferred to keep it via our phones.  He has kept on asking more and more about me, my personal tastes, what I liked, who were my favorite artists, music, and I seized this opportunity as well to get to know things that I couldn’t ask him when I was in Ibiza.  I had a revelation, that made me laugh so hard at night, he told me that each time he was watching Titanic, he would cry at the end, seeing how Leonardo, one of his favorite actor died, he couldn’t bear that.  The funny fact was that me also I would end in tears each time I would see this amazing movie.  It seemed that Marco and I had much things in common that I ever imagined.  Marco also has asked me what I’ve done for my last days in Ibiza, if I had fun.  I’ve let him know that we all went clubbing with Lisa and Roman, and that he really missed something, that it was amazing.  He didn’t forget to mention that we’ll have to do that soon, and have some fun maybe not in Ibiza, but at a night club in Dortmund or something like that, and I unexpectedly agreed.  Yes, I was agreeing to everything that Marco was proposing, and I loved how I was saying this yes, I wasn't feeling shy or feared, no, With him I was myself, unafraid to reveal my personality, my points of view, and more about what I loved about life.  It was kinda awkward, as I wasn't the type of person to open easily, but with Marco it was different, so different.  I had this feeling that I could trust him, like he has this trust in me to talk about his personal sides.  For his last night in Dortmund, before that he leave for Switzerland with the team, we also had long hours of chat via Whatsapp, talking about everything and nothing, but things changed when he told me that his little Nico would stay with him for the night.  He even took a picture of him and  his nephew and send it to me, and OMG, this kid was a cute little pie.  He was just so adorable and all smiling, gosh, yes.  I even noticed how their smiles looked kinda similar.  I had to admit it, that I fell in love with Nico, he just so freakin’s adorable, with his messy blond hair, blue eyes, and printed sleeping wear.  It was around 21PM when he send me the pic and Marco told me that he didn’t liked to sleep, so they kept on watching some cartoons, and there Nico would fall asleep in Marco’s arms, and at this moment, Marco could put him in his bed, or sometimes he would sleep in Marco’s bedroom.  Marco mentioned that Nico had his bedroom in his house.  This kid must been so spoiled by his uncle, oh gosh yes.  Anyway, I think that I’ve really fallen in love with him, but who wouldn’t.  Marco also said that I’ll soon have to meet him, maybe when he would come back from his training, and I couldn’t refused that.  Sure that I would be so enjoyed to see little Nico, but maybe that he would not be the only reason, yes, maybe that Marco was, to spend some moments with him.  Definitely, i felt I was getting closer to him, and that it could not only be attraction, but something else.”

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I looked at my computer screen clock, which shown 17:30 PM, meaning that the time to close the shop had come.  Today has been pretty calm, despite that it was the first opening day of the new shop.  On this occasion, I had another new sales girls to work with me, and she would only come to work on Saturdays, because she was still a student.  She was only 18, but she already to have some experience in the sales, so it wasn’t a big problem to her to manage some clients.  On Sundays, the shop was closed, meaning I had my day free, and we would opened it two Saturdays per months, making it more easy for me.  I would have my time and some free moments to do my things, aside job, because yes, we all had a private life, and not only work was counting.   As I thought, it was so different from the book shop I was working previously, a different style of job, different organization, different everything, but I really liked it.