Faked Love

Chapter 2

Diana

After jogging on the tapes for half an hour, we decided to take a short break together and only then to continue. Therefore we walk between the devices towards the door to leave the room with the devices. "Can we briefly go to the vending machines?" I asked after a few meters and nodded towards the bar, next to which some vending machines were set up.

"Sure, but why?" she asked and went with me in that direction. "I forgot my water at home," I admitted with a grin and pulled a five dollar bill out of my pocket. "You little klutz," my girlfriend laughed amusedly and I stuck out her tongue, but couldn't help but grin. "I love you too," I grinned with a laugh and approached one of the vending machines with drinks and started looking for water.

"Do you see water anywhere?" I asked while staring through the window at the bottles myself. "Yes, up there", she pointed to one of the bottles and then read the number: "521." I followed her finger, which lay down on the glass and then nodded. Really! Then I slowly typed the number into the designated field and inserted the note into the slot provided for it.

A few seconds later the bottle fell into the flap and I took it out. Then I looked at Grace, who had leaned against the large metal box and stared in a certain direction as if spellbound. "What are we looking at," I asked and leaned next to her against the vending machine before she unscrewed the lid of my bottle to drink something.

When she didn't answer, I followed her gaze and got stuck on a guy standing behind the bar mixing a protein shake. "Ah, let's look at that", I couldn't help but grin broadly and gently cuff her in the side with my elbow: "Is there someone raving about a certain barkeeper?

From the corner of my eye I saw her innocently shaking her head: "No, of course not. I ..." The last word she drew especially long to have enough time so that she could look for an excuse. "I'm thinking about getting a diet drink like that," she pointed to a blackboard above the guy's head with a green drink that didn't look too good. "I immediately replied instinctively: "The guy looks more appetizing."

She sighed: "Yes, I think so too." "Then go and order something to get into conversation with him," I asked her. "No, I can't just do that," she defended herself. I tilted my head: 'Yes, you can. I know that you can. But good! Then don't go there to flirt with him, but to get me, your best friend, such a disgusting grass drink.

Grace laughed and then gave in with a sigh: "All right, but only because I'm a good friend." "By far the best," I answered laughing and watched her walk towards the bar. For not wanting to at first, he approached the man quite self-confidently and purposefully. Then she leaned on the surface of the bar and gave the guy the charming smile I had always envied. It just melted every male being.

Immediately she attracted his interest and he almost stuck to her lips as he set about mixing her the drink she wanted. But I didn't feel like drinking it later. At that thought everything pulled itself together in my inside. Maybe I should really pat myself on the shoulder more often for that, what a good friend I was.

About five minutes later, however, the brunette returned to me with a broad grin on her lips: "Here's your desired drink." "Yay!" I shouted sarcastically and grabbed it. She sulked, "Hey, you'd better be happy that you were allowed to take advantage of my grandiose delivery service for free".

"If it cost me anything, I wouldn't book it either. That really took a long time," I teased, but we both knew that I wasn't really serious. Then I lifted the plastic lid a bit and smelled it: "Do I really have to drink it? I looked at her wistfully and hoped that she would say 'no'.

"Hmmm, ... yes," she laughed and looked at me provocatively: "A sip! Please, I'll try to read on your face what it tastes like." I raised my eyebrows a little doubtfully, but then took pity on her, as she often did this for my pleasure, and sipped on the straw. I had to suck for quite a while until a small part of the viscous mass arrived in my mouth at all. At first it had no taste at all and I almost hoped that was the general taste of the drink. Then after a few seconds a disgusting taste spread and I distorted my face.

Grace reacted immediately with an amused laugh and waved off to mean that this was enough for her: "And? What does it taste like?". I swallowed it quickly and took the stalk out of my mouth: "It tastes like grass in its original state". "What kind of grass?" she hooked on laughing. "Lawn", I wrinkled my nose to show how terrible it was.

"All right, then you may throw it away," she said when she got herself back in. "Thank you', I replied relieved and looked with my eyes for a nearby rubbish bin. I knew it wasn't necessarily morally good, but I wouldn't drink it.

"Wait," Grace held me again, surprisingly, and pulled out her cell phone: "Give me the cup again briefly. With a questioning look she handed her the container and then looked at her questioningly. What was she up to now? She turned it around searchingly and then took a picture of a certain place before she pressed it back into my hand.

I was interested in what she had photographed, but now I wanted to get rid of the cup. I could still ask her later. Therefore I shrugged only with the shoulders and went towards the garbage can in the other corner of the room.

On the way I turned the packaging in my hand and discovered a sequence of numbers on its side which I could immediately identify as a mobile phone number. A broad smile appeared on my lips. So he had given her his number! I was immediately happy for my best friend because I knew how much she wanted someone by her side lately. This wish came out especially when she saw me with Dylan.

Much too absorbed in my thoughts, I did not notice the person in front of me until I ran with full force into her. Jerkily I was torn from my thoughts, but could not prevent what was happening at that moment. I had walked into the middle of a blonde woman and had once again been too incapable to hold on to my things properly, because part of the green smoothies had spread over her T-shirt.

"Oh my God", with big eyes I looked at the woman: "I'm really sorry. I was just lost in thought." To my surprise she didn't seem to be really angry about it. Instead, she gave me a surprisingly warm smile: "All right, that can happen to anybody." Although she didn't make an angry impression, I would like to sink into the ground at that moment. It was already clear to me why I was stuttering: "I-I pay for the cleaning, of course." It was obvious to me that this green brew would hardly go out of the white cloth or not at all.

The woman wanted to make one "All right", but I didn't let her calculate. Even if she didn't find it so bad, I wasn't a person who didn't stand up for his mistakes, so it was important for me to pay for it. "That is really important to me', I said immediately and noticed how I blushed. The whole situation was really unpleasant for me, although I wasn't really a shy person.

Then she sighed, but continued to smile and didn't seem angry: "All right, I'll call you when I get the bill." Immediately I nodded and began to look in my pockets for a piece of paper. In the end I found a piece of checkered paper: "Do you have a pen for me? Then I can write down my number." "Uh, sure," she took her bag, rummaged around for a few seconds and pulled out a black felt-tipped pen after a few seconds.

I gratefully accepted it and used my knee as a surface to write down my mobile phone number. Fortunately, I knew it by heart because I stupidly left my phone in the cabin. I quickly handed her the note and waited for this unpleasant moment to pass.

"Okay, then I'll call when I get the bill," she put the note in her pocket and then said goodbye to her before she walked towards the cabins: "Have a nice day." "Yes, have a nice day," I replied a little surprised at how friendly she had been all along. After all, that was a rarity with most New Yorkers.

For a few seconds I stayed at the spot and then went over to the trash can to get rid of the rest of the drink that hadn't really brought her any luck so far as quickly as possible. Then I slowly strolled back to Grace and watched where I was walking this time.