Tattoo

Chapter 3

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After night full of dreams, I woke up at 8:30. I was glad cause I had a chance to go jogging. I dressed up, put my hair in a ponytail and went out of my room. "Good morning honey!" mom happily told me. "Hi mom! I'm gonna go jogging." i said and just when I was on my way out, mom stopped me. "Luc, it's Saturday. Won't you stay at least for breakfast? You know that I'm leaving to Italy at abou 11. I told you I'll be there for week, right?"  Yeah my mother is on a bussines trips almost all the time. So I'll be at home alone. I'm fine with that cause I got used for it. "Yes mom, I know you're leaving, but I wanna go now. Please?" I said, my mom just sighed. "Okay, be nice Lucy and be careful!' she said and kissed me on my cheek. "Bye mom and be careful too!" I said and left, waving her goodbye. I was thinking a little about where should I go jogging. And then an idea crossed my mind- Signal Iduna Park. I hoped that I will see him. But after jogging I felt dissapointed. He hasn't been there. Now I was just walking to café, not hoping that I'll get to see him. I don't know why I feel this way about him. Maybe I like him? No, I shouldn't. Since my dad has left, I don't believe men. But what if he is different? And right after this crossed my mind I opened the door of crowded café and made my way to the counter. I asked for black caffee as usual and somebody tapped my shoulder. Right after I met his eyes. "Hi Lucy!" he said making me smile, he remembers my name. Yay! Stop Luc! "Hey!" I said not smiling anymore. "We meet again." he said excited. "It has to be destiny!"he said. Does he believe in destiny? "Maybe." I said and took the caffee. "Why are you like this? Am I not worth talking or what?" he said like it is hurting him or what. So why not open up a little bit? "Sorry. It's a long story." I said feeling confused but also angry. Why does my 'father' affect me this way? I've never talked to men because how my father acted. Maybe, just maybe not every men is like him. Should I change my mind about men? "Come on. I've got some time." he said smirking at me. "I don't even know you." I said and continued "Look I have to go cause I'm sweaty amd tired soo.." I told him but he interrupted me "Could you at least give me your phone number?" he asked. Shall I? Shall I not? "Give me your phone."I told him. When his hand touched mine I felt weak. I pulled myself together and typed my phone number and gave him his phone back, making myself sure not to touch him. "So,I should go." "Yeah be sure you will hear from me soon." he said smiling widely. "Okay" I smiled "Bye." I said and went away. I turned around and there he was, still smiling from ear to ear and waving me goodbye. I think that maybe I like him a little.