>How on earth could you leave without me noticing it?!<
>Magic^^ <
>Where are you know?<
>Just arrived in Meribél, France<
>I hope you have much fun out there ;) <
He threw his phone on the bedside table and let himself fell back on the nice and comfy hotel bed. With an exhausted sigh he closed his eyes.
He let a suppressed breath out of him.
Then groaned.
Torstein rolled on his stomach and hid his head in the pillows. He groaned again.
Last night was fun. Way too much fun.
They were drunk and they were both kinda down and they had fun and gosh, he liked her so much...
Frustrated he pushed himself out of the bed, put his hair in a bun and grabbed his snowboard gear. Time to shut his brain off.
Well, apparently he couldn't shut his brain off...
He shredded in the backcountry, outside of the official route and he did something, he hasn't done in years - he was riding on his own. No cameraman, no friends, no teammates. Of course he was on the trip in France with the whole DC Crew, but in this particular moment, he was completely on his own.
The snow was soft, the sun was out, through his headphones came the quiet sounds of his Kygo Remix and after the many month without her, he finally had Nicole under his boots again. It was a perfect shred.
And after a long argument in his head, he just couldn't fight against something, he knew for a while: he really liked Hannah.
Like, in the sense of, really liking.
It's not like he never liked a girl before, but usually he never liked anyone enough to make a real effort with the whole distance relationship thing. He knew that one day, he would find someone and until then, he would just have fun.
But, oh boy, that was some kind of shit timing...
Hannah just came out of a four year relationship and she made very clear on various occasions, that she was not interested in him this way.
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"You are weird."
"Thanks..."
"No seriously, what are you doing here? And why are you in my bed again?!"
Hannah sat down on the edge of her bed and looked expectantly at Torstein, who was sleeping in her bed. Again.
"You've just been here a week ago."
"I missed ya, that's why", he said with a wink. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't resist to smile. Torstein nudged her playfully with his foot, since she was sitting at the end of the bed.
The German slapped him and stood up to get changed. She didn't even had to tell him to turn around. Next time he laid eyes on her again, she wasn't in her sleeping clothes.
"It's 10pm in the middle of the week. Where are you going?"
"I have a night shift in the Shelter."
Sometimes he seriously forgot, that she was doing a voluntary service in an Emergency Shelter for homeless people. Of course they talked about it occasionally and he knew that she liked what she did. He couldn't do it himself though. The job was fucking tough and there was always some shit happening in the shelter.
