How Andy Met Vadim
"Dear God, please save me," I huffed as I dragged along my luggage. "I need help." The damn thing was a deep maroon color and nearly half my 5'3 stature. I was pulling along what was half a year's worth of clothes. Perks of being an engineer: you get to travel a lot. Downside of said perk: the journeys are a pain in the ass.
About half a month ago, my boss sprung on me a choice between a site in Berlin and another one in Melbourne. Australia would have been a breeze since they spoke more English there. But there was this nagging feeling at the back of my neck that was insisting on Germany. Thus, here I am, in the Berlin airport, lacking oxygen, flushed and probably dying.
If there's one thing I had to bitch about moving to a foreign country, it would be the fact that I have to learn to read all over again. Staring at the signs in German, I swore internally at the fact that I chose Thai over German for my second language studies. That's what you get for trying to flirt with the cute Thai guy who didn't speak the language.
Breathing in the rich scent of coffee, I thanked the stars that some of the words were as close to English as they could get. I downed it all in one gulp and tossed the paper cup into the trash bin. Cracking my knuckles, I turned to my luggage with pure determination burning within my eyes. Grabbing the black extended handle, I resumed my struggle.
Now, the thing is when you're really into something you're about to do, your mind tends to erase everything else around you. At least, that's the case for me. That's exactly why I didn't notice the 6'2 guy who was walking my way. I turned around just in time to collide with him, my nose smacking right into the center of his chest.
A pair of hands steadied my shoulders when I nearly lost my footing. Rubbing my nose, I raised my eyes to meet a pair of concerned ones. He had really messy hair - like 'I-just-had-sex' kind of messy, and these really gorgeous blue-green eyes. His lips were moving and he had crooked but really white teeth. Wait, I think he's trying to tell me something.
A warm wetness dripped from my nose and the guy's eyes narrowed onto my face. Am I drooling? Consciously, I raised my fingers to my face to check. Wait, no. It's just blood. At least I'm not salivating a total stranger, even if he's a walking-sin-waiting-to-happen. The warmth intensified and my brain did a somersault. Well, damn my blood phobia. I felt something cozy wrapped around me before everything went black.