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Barely ten ridiculous minutes had passed and yet, it almost felt like a cruel eternity to me.

His deep voice haunted my detached mind, seeming to do so much good in me that other men couldn't even comprehend her entire appearance.

It kind of felt like that sound was meant just for me. As if his eyes were only taking in me all alone, but when I looked over from my office chair to my cupboard full of books, I unfortunately became painfully aware again that such an intense connection only existed in the fairy tales that we had from an early age were told.

What interest would an Emilio Torres have in someone like me? I certainly wasn't ugly, but I wasn't beautiful or highly intelligent either. At most the pure boredom in one person... A couch potato who took refuge in foreign worlds. The main thing was that I could follow others on their exciting adventures...

I slumped back in my chair in frustration and glanced down at my bag, which was centered on my lap and looked just as plain and simple as I did.

I hesitantly put my hands on the leather and painfully slowly opened the zipper to then dig for a very specific thing in her.

"Plain and simple," I breathed in amazement and turned this black card back and forth between my fingers several times to then decipher the white writing.

Emilio Torres...

Just reading his name caused pleasant goosebumps on my arms and when I suddenly let my eyes wander down to his number, I immediately got so hot that I couldn't even describe the feeling that ran through my entire body at that moment rustled.

With a slight smile on my face, I had to imagine what it would be like to call him right now, when his scent was still faintly enveloping me, he had been gone for so little.

Would he be happy about my call? Or would he possibly even be mad at me? At least he said if I ever need help, but I didn't need any help at the moment...

I was about to close my weary eyes and continue daydreaming like a little girl about what an exciting life he must have had and yet, it occurred to me that he had left his own fiesta and that it was only to save mine that had been lost bring bag...

Didn't that say something about him...or did it say something about how he saw me? I didn't exactly expect him to go to parties and be some kind of walking pound office... He sure wouldn't do that for everyone...

Fuck it all! I'll call him, I then decided and at the same time thought about the fact that this night was perfect for this, with the many stars in the dark sky above us. It really brought out the romantic in me that I never really wanted to be.

But maybe it was really like in the hundreds of romance novels that I had read so enthusiastically and there were just these two complete strangers who, despite all the odds, belonged together.

Full of energy and a beaming smile on my face, I fumbled in my pocket for my cell phone and dialed his number with shaking hands and a racing heart until I suddenly realized that I didn't even know what to say.

Hello, this is the nut with the gold-wrapped condoms?

Hey, this is the woman who made you out to be an arrogant prat?

No, probably not.

I chose "Hello stranger, I just wanted to say thank you for saving my bag." Surely he would then answer something and a hopefully never-ending conversation would arise from this phrase. At least that's what I wished for, because even though I didn't know him and couldn't see through his views, I had the constant feeling of wanting to be close to him.

Taking a deep breath, I finally wanted to give in to my already painful longing and press the green phone, but suddenly there were several loud knocks on my front door and I froze completely for a moment.

It was him... I was sure of that, and the more sure I was, the more nervous I got.

Because now that he was probably standing right in front of my door with his tight white shirt, tousled black hair and beautiful face, my courage faded and immediately crept back into the depths of my consciousness until only insecurities and a slight panic remained. But still I found my breath and pulled myself out of this long-lasting rigidity in order to be the first to make myself felt.

"One moment!"

With my heart beating much too fast, I immediately put my bag and cell phone on the desk in front of me to run my fingers through my long hair excitedly. I wanted to be beautiful for him, but I didn't want it to look too tried. He was definitely someone who would see through fake beauty in an instant. So it came down to naturalness.

Tentatively I then very slowly put one foot in front of the other and although I would have liked to run, I took my time, because this feeling of anticipation intoxicated all my senses and I could hardly get enough of it.

Arriving at the door, I took a last deep breath while I put my trembling hand on the cool handle and briefly closed my eyes. I encouraged myself and just thinking about him forced a stupid smile back onto my face that would probably tell him right away how happy I was to see him again.

But he should calmly see what he triggered in me. It was hard to miss anyway...

"Hello stranger," I then said, as I opened the door full of anticipation, but my beaming smile disappeared immediately and this intoxication that completely absorbed me didn't materialize either, because it wasn't it that freed me from my longing for him wanted...

But Carlos, who was apparently very angry and dead drunk.

"Hola," he gave me a dirty grin and nudged my shoulder lightly while pushing past me into my apartment with the almost empty sangria bottle...

Not everything is as described in books...