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WARNING: Mentions of Eleanora's unhealthy relationship with food. This may be triggering to some people. My DM's are always open.
Eleanora Rose sat on the hotel bed inside James Maddison's hotel room. They were waiting on their food to arrive and the silence between them was awkward. The brunette girl was beginning to question if what she was doing was a good idea.
James didn't know what to say to the model who was currently in his hotel room with him. He had had a crush on her for the longest time and now that she was here, he didn't know what to say to her without making himself sound like a complete weirdo and a crazed fan.
"So, how was your day?" The blonde boy asked, scratching the back of his neck as he did so, letting Eleanora know that he was nervous.
"Shit to sum it up. How was yours?" Eleanora returned the question, giving the boy a small smile as she appreciated his efforts to try and start a conversation even though the atmosphere was excruciatingly awkward.
"It wasn't too bad. Really didn't do much." James laughed as he leaned back on the bed, propping himself up with his elbows, watching the brunette with his icy blue eyes.
"Tell me a joke." Eleanora prompted, remembering how she genuinely smiled for the first time in months a few weeks ago at the party where they first met.
"Why?" The blonde boy questioned with a small chuckle. He had no idea why anyone would want to hear another one of his cheesy jokes because they weren't even funny. They were just terrible.
"Because I like them. They entertain me." The Mexican girl responded. James hadn't noticed it before but her accent was so exotic and he loved how she pronounced her words differently to his.
"Okay, let me think for a second because you've really put me on the spot here." Eleanora laughed at James and his thinking face.
The brunette girl sat and waited patiently for the footballer to come up with a cheesy joke. She admired his face and his good looks. His facial structure was beautiful. His cheek bones weren't chiseled as such but they were visible and his eyebrows were sculpted to perfection. His stubble was very attractive and his hair always seemed to be kept tidy.
"Okay, I've got one." James' face lit up as he thought of one of his favourite jokes of all time.
"What do you call a cheese that's not yours?" The tattooed boy asked and when he didn't receive anything but a dumbfounded expression from the model, he took that as his cue to give her the answer.
"Nacho cheese!" As soon as James told her the answer, Eleanora started to laugh, finding it a lot funnier than she should have.
"That's a good one." The Mexican girl complimented, trying to calm herself down from her laughing fit.
James didn't know why but he felt proud of himself for being able to make her laugh. She seemed to be able to let herself loose when it was just them, alone together. Eleanora didn't seem worried about anyone catching them or anyone invading her privacy. She could unapologetically be herself and be completely unfiltered.
