Un Germen No Te Vas Novels & Stories

– He said, without any smile. - Do not like? – The woman asked, surprised. - No. – He repeated. Surprised by the fact that a guy, a German, doesn't like football, I feel proud when I think about our team and whisper to myself, but there's no way I can continue without a common topic, unless... - I think you don't know what you're missing. - She said. Calmly he reads my thoughts and approaches my ear again, giving me goosebumps.

𝗵𝗲𝗺, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗛𝗮𝘆𝘀𝘁! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗼�

Love. “I’m sorry?” I reply flatly. His face falls. “Vegas.” “What about Vegas?” I ask. He narrows his eyes as if annoyed. “We met in Vegas a few years ago.” I purse my lips. “Did we? I don’t think so.” He frowns. “Vous ne vous souvenez pas de moi?” Translation: You don’t remember me? My eyes hold his. “I’m sorry. I don’t speak German.” Hi lifts his chin defiantly as his ego takes a physical blow. “That was French,” he replies sarcastically.