Christoph

Thursday night. In a daze. Thinking about L all the time. With my two morons of colleagues. I don’t want to have a drink after dinner. I just want to go back to my hotel. To be left alone to cry at ease. Unfortunately, this crap city won’t allow me to come back alone, it’s too dangerous. So I need to stay for that drink with them. They promise just one. OK. So, we’re checking the chicks at the club, and colleagues, as usual, ask me if I like any of the guys there. And as usual I say no, they suck…..mmmm, wait a minute. Let me see… that one looks promising. I don’t like blonds though. He stands up. He must be like 2 meters tall. Strong and proportionate. Dressed in shirt and jeans. Absolutely my style. He turns around so I can see his face. He looks like a model. Wow…I tell the guys I like that one. And they say, well, yeah, c'mon, we like him as well. Do you really have such a high standard?. We laugh and we get our drinks. The guy is with some friends. Talking with two girls who look pretty vulgar and slutty. He looks at me. He’s so hot he’s almost breathtaking. I mean it. The guy goes to get a drink and his friend starts talking to me in spite of my colleagues who seem pretty pissed. Cool, this is amusing. His friend is nice, actually. We talk about working in South Africa, and when he asks me where I’m staying he tells me I should meet his friend because he stays in the same hotel as me. Interesting. So he introduces him to me. I like the way he shakes my hand. Beautiful hands, by the way ( you know I’ve got an issue with hands). He’s so tall that he needs to be totally lowered so he can talk to me. He starts speaking in Spanish. First surprise. Super cute. He only knows a few sentences. He asks me what I’m doing in South Africa and for which company I work. He tells me he’s seen me at the hotel these past days (he noticing me??, I can’t believe this). He asks my name again. I like that. His name is Christoph. I can see from the corner of my eyes that my colleagues are pissed. I try to introduce them to the guys but they don’t want. I can see that vulgar girls looking at us as well, so I guess it’s time to go. It was nice while it lasted. I say goodbye to him. Back in my room I keep thinking about L. I can’t sleep even though I’m really tired. Hours go by but I’m not able to sleep. So I get up to get some water and I see this envelope somebody passed under my door. I take it. Must he another hotel invitation for an event or something. The envelope is handwritten in Spanish, with my name. I’m puzzled. I open it and start reading. The handwriting is a bit difficult to understand. Says hola in Spanish. Nice meeting you. I was wondering if you’d feel like going out for a drink once I’m back. I forgot to ask you for your details so here is my local number. Enjoy your holidays. Christoph. I read it again and again. What’s is this??? A joke?. The fist thing I think is that the guys are teasing me. It must be them. Then I realize they don’t know his name. And the number. C’mon. That can’t be happening to me. I just can’t believe it. I stare at the note. Dumb. Finally I get my phone and I text that number. I can’t sleep. Sure, It’d be nice having a drink. This is my number here so let me know when you’re back. Enjoy your Easter holiday. I can’t sleep for the rest of the night. I wonder if he’d reply or just leave it till he’s back. He replies. I woke up with a headache but already feeling better after your message. I’m having breakfast now. His reply leaves me with a stupid smile on my face. I have to meet my colleagues at the lobby but I don’t want to meet him. I’m afraid he changes his mind when he sees me again. It’s too great to be true. I see him having breakfast from the lift and he sees me. He stands up. Damn. I can’t pretend not to see him. I go to his table and say hello. He’s gorgeous. Much more handsome in daylight. I feel dizzy and think that I must look like a zombie after my sleepless night. Somehow I manage to act pretty cool and natural. I sit down and finally order a capucino. We talk for a while though for me is difficult to stay focused. Beautiful blue eyes. Look at those arms. Look at those hands. He asks me if he woke me up with the note. No, I couldn’t sleep…. But I was so puzzled. How did you find out my room number?. Well, sorry about that. He smiles. I want to die that very moment. I hope you don’t care, but I’ve been in this hotel for a while so I know the people working here. I remembered your name, something that I’m really proud of, considering my state last night, and your company, so I told the guys and they managed to find your room. I still can’t believe what he’s telling me. My colleagues start calling me on the phone, and I have to go. I say goodbye to him and levitate back to the lift. This is too good to be true. I’m so excited that I can’t help smsing him from my Spanish number so he can have it as well. Yes, yes, I know it’s a mistake…. I’ll try to behave from now on. So he replies telling me that he’s looking forward to our dinner. Dinner???? Wasn’t it a drink?. Gosh. So this is it. I have a date in two weeks.