20th Chapter
"Patience is the art of hope"
Today it is finally time. You have no idea why you're so sure. Let alone, how do you know that will change today just something about the whole current situation.
It just is. You guessed it already this morning and since Thomas has sent you into the cabin, it has become for up to a certainty.
Today is the day on which it will decide once and for all.
You are convinced, and perhaps you can you also because even today a lot of time for showering and changing clothes.
want to delay it a bit, somehow. Notice Clemens' eyes, of course.
almost impatiently. But still not quite.
While you take your clothes slowly to empty the cabin.
It is now over a week ago that you can sit in the rain Clemens. In two senses. And since you also have not really talked to each other.
At least not more than necessary for two colleagues would have been normal.
Have you just welcomed, have together made the exercises if you so Thomas has divided and after training you abandoned a short, noncommittal nod.
Have you a while treated as never would have been something between you.
And you feel that you have the two did quite well, sort of. Normally deal with each other again.
to your relief you have seen no trace of Boro. Not the slightest. He has not shown up. Neither in the parking lot or elsewhere.
And you're pretty sure that Tim would not have it can take it to you under the nose rub, if Clemens would have changed his decision in any way.
Did he not feeling well. Hope thou Hoffs you really earnestly.
You stand before the mirror. And when you throwest a glance, you realize that you're alone.
you and Clemens.
alone in the cabin.
consider for a moment you just Clemens. You see him still in love, find it easy still beautiful, as he now sits here at the cabin Bank and seems to wait for you.
His gaze is absent, he chews on his lower lip. And yet he has something to be Determined.
something that reminds you of the day one week ago, when Clemens was suddenly faced with Mesut door. Just that he is now definitely looks less desperate. Thankfully.
that Clemens did not sit on the booth bench, and you are with your thoughts again wandered off completely, will you clear only when you now hearest a slight cough behind you.
You breathe a deep sigh, through, then turn yourself to Clemens.
The smiles at you. Almost shy. And a little bit nervous.
Even quite nervous, you notice, when Clemens now goes through her hair. He's really only in exceptional situations.
So this seems somehow to be an extreme situation.
And now you have been a bit queasy.
Before you can say something, however, takes Clemens even the word.
"Basti, I ... well ... I've asked myself ... I thought ..." Clemens stops, shakes his head and it obviously is annoyed at himself, " Basti ... So, actually I wanted to ask you if you have this evening been what to do? And if not ... I was just wondering if you would now go eat dinner with me perhaps? "
you see rarely determined in this moment of stupid, but you can not help it. A completely grins sneaks on your face.
"Do not worry, Clemens, I have nothing else to do. not guaranteed. When you bring me down? "Grins you to Clemens, who now seems just easier.
"whenever you want ... and you stop the rest of the week but also ever free ... "Clemens said then all of a sudden a lot looser.
would have freed you as Clemens with your answer by a huge load.
For now all of a sudden it sounds again like Clemens, you know by now that long. You love. has
And unlike the insecure man Boros sudden appearance in Bremen thrown completely off track.
"Oh ... and why would I do that?" Can you resist no longer, finally - of course only hope for a response.
"Because it is finally time that we get to know them. And I do not think I want it to end today evening. Or in the near future at all ... "Clemens smiled at you.
your heart makes a hop. There you have your long awaited answer then.
And you realize that every now and then but still has hopes that the able to comply.
If you're very lucky. Or patience.
Or in your case - appear to do both.
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