A/N: I don't know why, but I've made Sebastian out to be sort of an asshole. I guess I gave him the Mr. Darcy complex. Don't worry, I'll make him nice soon enough. I realized I made some mistakes in the first chapter. I'll fix it soon. So sorry '_'

On another note, Charlie Siem, who I will mention in the story, is a really handsome musician who plays the violin. My favorite piece from him is "Canopy." Thanks for reading. See you next time?

Andy woke up and her head felt heavy. She looked at the time on her laptop and saw it was 2:30 in the afternoon. She groaned. She sat up and started massaging her head. She overslept. She must have been very jetlagged.

She walked into the small kitchen area and filled a glass with water. She gulped it down quickly. She placed the glass down and noticed Mr. Asshole's business card again sitting on the counter. She picked it up reading it carefully.

Sebastian Berger. Senior Computer Systems Analyst. An IT guy, huh?

She wondered if she should call him. She didn't have any friends yet and she did feel a little out of place in this big city by herself. She would have to get a cellphone.

Andy quickly took a shower and got ready as she was craving food and coffee. She knew her headache wouldn't go away unless she had some caffeine in her system.

"Hey, Tommy, where can I go to buy a prepaid cellphone?"

"Well, there's a couple of places a few blocks from here," Tommy answered.

It was almost closing time and Andy was helping Tommy close up the bar. She was placing the glasses and mugs back up on the shelves while Tommy placed all the chairs up on the tables.

"Getting accustomed so far?" he asked.

"Yeah, I just feel a little out of place sometimes," she said.

"You'll get used to it," he said with one of his trademark smiles. "It's been great working with you, though. I'm enjoying the company."

"Me too," Andy flashed him a small smile.

Tommy came behind the bar and began changing out the empty beer kegs. She could see the muscles flex in his arm as he lifted a fifty-pound full keg with ease.

"You hungry?" he asked as he wiped his hands on a towel.

"A little," she said.

"I'll go make something for us in the kitchen," he said. He walked through the doorway behind the bar and she could hear him moving things around.

She sighed as she stared around at the empty bar. The bar would be closed tomorrow; Tommy never opened on Mondays. She would probably venture out and explore the town because she hadn't had a chance to do so yet. She was excited.

A few minutes later Tommy returned with two plates. He sat it down at the bar and sat next to her.

"There you go, a proper Irish sandwich," he said.

"It looks delicious," Andy said.

She took a huge bite. "Mmmm! Isf sfooo good!"

Tommy laughed. He walked behind the bar and filled up two mugs with beer. "Here," he handed her one of the glasses. Andy washed the food down with a big gulp of beer.

"It's delicious," Andy said.

"It's nothing, really," Tommy replied, but Andy could tell he was a little pleased.

Andy took large swigs of beer between bites of her sandwich. Tommy stared at her; he seemed amazed by the little woman's ravenous appetite.

"Don't get too plastered," he said.

"I just haven't had a drink since I got here," Andy felt embarrassed.

"Want another?" Tommy pointed to her empty glass.

Andy nodded shyly.

They spent the next hour talking and drinking. Andy hadn't had this much fun in awhile. Before she knew it, she had about seven pints. Tommy had a few and she was surprised that he wasn't feeling the effects at all like she was.

"What made you come to Germany anyway?" he asked her.

"I guess I kind of wanted to run away, you know?" she said.

"Run away from what? You're not involved in something dubious, are you?"

Andy laughed. "No, I just wanted a change of scenery. I wanted to do something for myself. Travel. Experience a new way of life."

"Well, you're brave then."

"Am I?" Andy felt drunk so she let her head fall on his shoulder. She really wanted to get close to him and smell him. His shoulder was hard and she could feel him tense up a little.

"Are you drunk?" he asked.

"I think so," she answered honestly.

"Let's get you to bed then," he said. He slowly sat up as he tried to balance her up on her stool. She felt her heart race as he snaked one of his arms around her waist to help her stand. She leaned into him fully. His body was strong and solid. He smelled masculine. Or perhaps it was the smell of being in the bar all night. She couldn't tell because she was indeed drunk.

They walked outside and up to the entrance door. Tommy punched in the code to have the door open.

"Oh, you know the code?" Andy wobbled a little and Tommy tightened his grip around her.

"I've known Agna for years. She has me come up and do some work for her sometimes. Moving furniture around or to fix a sink."

"Wow, you're handy," she said with a giggle.

They walked up the stairs slowly. Actually, he had to practically lift her up the steps.

"Which one's yours?" he asked.

Andy pointed to the door at the way end.

"Keys, keys, I have keys," Andy slurred as she reached into her side pockets. It took her awhile, but she finally found them in her back pocket. Tommy took them from her and opened the door. He led her to the bed and she plopped down. She felt exhausted suddenly.

"I'll leave the keys on the counter," Tommy said walking away.

"Wait, Tommy?"

He turned around only to be quickly pulled by Andy into a tight hug. She pushed her head against his chest.

"Thank you for being my friend," she whispered.

He stayed silent but softly hugged her back.

She looked up at him and her face was flushed and her eyes were shiny. Something took over him and he couldn't stop himself as he held up her face with both hands and smashed his lips onto hers. He thought she would push him away, but to his surprise she yielded to him and was going as far as to open her mouth to let him in.

Their tongues moved around each other in a sloppy dance. She moaned in his mouth, or was it a whimper? He felt himself getting erect immediately. He grabbed her soft hips and squeezed his fingers against the thin fabric of her dress wanting to feel underneath them. He pushed her back abruptly until she fell back on the bed with him on top of her.

He kissed her with unabashed fury and she reciprocated. He let one of his hands move up her leg and under her dress until he felt the thin band of her underwear on the side of her hip. Her skin was hot and smooth. He felt like he was melting into her.

She gripped his shoulders hard as if she were dangling off of a building. She wanted to feel his body underneath the constant sweaters and long-sleeved shirts he always wore. She could feel the roughness of his jeans rubbing against her delicate inner thighs. She reached down to the hem of his pants and tried to undo the button when he abruptly sat up.

Tommy stared at her. She looked thoroughly ravished; her hair fanned out around her, lips parted, the straps of her dress were down halfway waiting to be pulled off completely.

"Sorry," he struggled to breathe out.

"Tommy," she whispered.

"I didn't mean to take advantage when you're drunk," he got off the bed and ruffled his hair. He avoided looking at her.

"You're not," Andy protested as she sat up. Her head started spinning.

"I'll…I'll see you at work," he said.

Andy fell back onto the bed and groaned as she heard Tommy walk out the door.

Andy had the worst headache of her life. Her head screamed at her to go back to sleep but her clock told her she slept long enough.

The events of last night quickly hit her and she groaned out loud in embarrassment. She was used to rejection at this age in her life, but it was still mortifying to think about. How would she face him now?

Maybe I should get another job, she thought.

She was glad the bar was closed today. She wouldn't have to face Tommy. Yet.

Andy got a glass of water and quickly gulped it down. After she took a shower, she felt better. Now, she just needed something to eat. And perhaps some ibuprofen.

Andy pulled the scarf tighter around her neck. It was starting to get colder as the days went on. She would have to buy some decent winter clothes. She closed the entrance door behind her making sure it was locked. A delivery truck was parked outside at the curb in front of the bar. There was Tommy. Her heart raced. He was standing at the curb with his hands on his hips as he watched the driver load cases of beer onto a dolly. She stood in place, unsure of what to do.

Should I just say 'hello' and pretend like nothing happened? Should I lie and say I don't remember anything?

Andy decided it was better to pretend, so she took a step forward to approach him. She stopped in her tracks as she saw a tall, red-haired woman step out of the swinging doors of the bar.

The woman said something to Tommy and he laughed. She leaned in close, too close, and said something in his ear. He said something back to her. The smile on his face was bright.

Andy wasn't jealous. However, she did feel stupid. Utterly, utterly stupid.

Stupid girl, she chastised herself.

In any stressful situation, people either fight or flee. Andy could have went up to them and acted happy, like nothing was bothering her. She could have even introduced herself to the woman and acted like she was interested in being friends with her. But, Andy was a coward. She chose to flee.

Andy started walking away as fast as she could. However, she couldn't help but take one more look back. Maybe she had a sad or confused expression on her face because Tommy was staring at her retreating figure, his mouth open, and a look of hesitation on his face, like he wanted to say something. She turned her face around and willed herself to not look back at him.

Andy flipped the business card between her fingers absentmindedly.

"Espresso, miss?"

Andy snapped out of her reverie as the waitress placed the small cup of coffee in front of her.

"Thank you."

The waitress nodded and left.

She turned on the prepaid phone she just bought. She didn't purchase it for Mr. Asshole. Or maybe she did. She just wanted to make friends now that she screwed things up with Tommy.

She opened up the messages and typed in the number on Mr. Asshole's business card.

Still up for that coffee? Sent 1:34 PM

Andy took a sip from her espresso, the hot liquid soothing her.

Ding!

Andy read the text.

Is this the tourist from the irish pub? FROM: Mr. Asshole, Sent 1:35 PM

She rolled her eyes.

I have a name, you know Sent 1:35 PM

Ah so it is FROM: Mr. Asshole, Sent 1:35 PM

So what is your name? So I know what to save your number under FROM: Mr. Asshole, Sent 1:36 PM

Andy Sent 1:36 PM

Andy sat for ten minutes staring at her phone. He didn't reply. She gave out a loud sigh.

Andy perused the various glassware on the shelves in the department store. She wouldn't need much since she was only living by herself, but she found it hard to decide how many of everything to buy. She also wasn't sure how long she would be staying in Germany.

Ding!

Andy dug through her purse for her phone and read the text message a little too excitedly.

So Andy is your name FROM: Mr. Asshole, Sent 6:06 PM

Andy paced up and down the aisle of ramekins thinking of what to write. He was mysterious. And extremely good-looking. And she didn't want to ruin things like she did with Tommy. Besides, Tommy had that beautiful red-haired woman to keep him company.

Yes, now you can stop calling me 'that tourist' Sent 6:08 PM

Andy put her phone back in her bag and tried to focus on the task at hand: ramekins.

Wait, why am I in this aisle? I don't need ramekins. I need plates and cups and utensils! Andy shook her head at herself.

Ding!

Well Miss Andy, did you still want to get a coffee with me? FROM: Mr. Asshole, Sent 6:09 PM

Andy couldn't help but smile.

I'm actually at Karstadt right now trying to buy some things for my apartment Sent 6:09 PM

That's actually near where my office is. I can meet you at the café in front of the station Sent 6:10 PM

How about 30 minutes from now? FROM: Mr. Asshole, Sent 6:10 PM

Andy thought to herself, Should I reply with a winky face? Is a winky face too much?

Andy decided to keep it simple.

Sure, an hour sounds good Sent 6:11 PM

Andy had a little trouble finding the café, but she knew it was the one because it was the only one near the entrance to the subway station. She was never good at navigating or finding where places were. She could hardly ever remember where she parked her car every time she was in a parking garage.

She quickly walked inside with her hair frizzy from the wind and her fingers losing blood from the heavy bags she was gripping.

She looked around searching for Sebastian. She saw him sitting in the corner staring out the window. He was still dressed in a suit but there were hints of a five 'clock shadow creeping on his face. She squeezed her way over to him through all the people, her number shopping bags rustling loudly.

"Hello, Mr. Berger," she said out of breath. She set down the bags carefully on the floor.

"Miss Andy," he said as he got up. He moved to help her with the bags but she mumbled out an "I'm okay."

"So what are all these bags?" he asked with a smile before they both sat down across from each other.

"Just some glasses and dishes. Trying to get settled in to my apartment," Andy replied.

"And how many people are living with you in this apartment?" he joked.

"I guess I got a little carried away…" Andy said as she looked down at the bags. She really did get carried away. She was excited and nervous for their coffee date and panicked by buying multiples of everything.

Before they could continue their conversation, a waitress walked over and asked what they would like to drink. Andy ordered an iced black coffee and Sebastian got his milk coffee.

"What made you move to Germany?" he asked. He leaned forward on his elbows, bridging the gap between them on the small table.

"I guess…" Andy started, "I just wanted to experience a different way of life."

"Yes, but you can experience that anywhere. Why here?" he seemed genuinely interested in her answer.

Unfortunately, his very presence made her bashful and she struggled to come up with an impressive answer.

"I think Germany is kind of a romantic place. And it's got so much history…Besides, I really wanted see Charlie Siem play. I heard he has a concert coming up soon," she joked.

Oh God, now I sound man-hungry, she thought.

"That was a joke," she said, her eyes widening.

Sebastian leaned back into his seat as he smiled.

"No, no, Charlie Siem is a talented man. A good-looking man as well."

"I guess he's a little good-looking…" Andy blushed.

Not as good-looking as you.

The waitress came over, setting their coffees down. They thanked her and a silence fell between them.

Sebastian lifted his cup to his lips, staring intently at Andy.

"What? What is it?" she asked. "Is there something on my face?"

"No," he smiled, "it's just, you're rather interesting."

"Me? Interesting? I'm sure I'm about as interesting as watching paint dry," she said.

"Why do Americans always find self-deprecation humorous?"

Andy gave him a wry look.

"Why do Germans always have to be so rude?" she said.

They stared at each other across the table. A small smile formed at the corners of Sebastian's lips. Andy didn't reciprocate.

"You should smile. You're prettier when you smile," he said.

Andy turned red. Not from embarrassment, but from anger.

Who does this guy think he is?

"Spoken like a typical male," she said.

"Why are women so angry all the time?" he laughed.

"Because of men like you," Andy threw some euro on the table and got up. She bent down to grab her shopping bags when Sebastian held her hand down with his.

"Don't leave," he said.

Andy looked down at his hand and removed hers from his.

"I admit," he continued, "I'm a little disagreeable at times."

"A little?"

"I've only been joking. There's really no need to be getting upset."

Andy rolled her eyes at him. Andy wasn't really upset by what he said. She was more disappointed in the fact that he was attractive, but his demeanor and attitude didn't reflect what he looked like. She couldn't believe she had been excited to meet him.

"You're just a regular Prince Charming, aren't you?"

"I've never claimed to be a prince nor did I ever claim to be charming."

"See you around, Mr. Berger."

Andy picked up her bags and left.