Albert

You look around for a moment, it seems Albert and his friend are already gone. But ten, when you are about to give up already, you spot Albert at the entrance. He seems nervous and hesitating, but still hopeful. You can’t help but grin. This guy really waited for you. Well, this is kind of sweet. Time to reward his patience.

“Hi Albert,” you say and see that he smiles relived when you come closer, “did you wait for me? That’s sweet. Sorry, it took a little longer with my brother. He is … difficult.”

“No problem,” Albers says and smiles, “I’m glad you still came back. I wasn’t sure after … this guy … let’s not talk about this.”

“I agree on this,” you say and notice he offered you his arm which you gladly accept, “so, are we going to continue this at your place?”

“I hoped so,” Albert says happy and leads the way, “I’m sure you have a wonderful home, but I’m afraid I have my work and … well it is kind of embarrassing. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you answer calming, “just lead the way.”

Albert leads you to a car that is parked a few minutes walking away from the club. It is not that fancy or expensive, but looks solid and not damaged. Albers seems a bit nervous and looks around. You assume he still thinks about Fredericks threat that he would wait for you outside. But there is no trace of the steroid maniac, so you assume he either was bluffing or lost interesting after some time waiting. A moment later you are both in the car and on your way to Alberts home.

You also call your father and tell him you will spend the night with a cute guy you met in the club and that William will come home alone. Albert blushes when you talk about him and your father has no problem. He only insists on birth protection and that you tell Eric about where you are in case of trouble.

The drive only takes a short while and soon Albert stops the car in an empty parking lot. The buildings around are pale and quite dull apartment buildings. The area is clean, but almost entirely gray. It remembers you to the area you lived before. A simple working-class area with nobody really interested to improve.

Albert leads you about 200 meters through the street. There was no empty parking lot right in front of his home, but at least quiet close by.

“Well, do you … do you want a drink?” Albert asks and tries unsuccessful to calm down, “or a movie? Or … how do you want to do it? I’m open for everything.”

“I think we are already past the point where wine and movies are a properly,” you say and take Alberts hands in yours, “I know I’m probably the first girl you brought here. And this is not a problem for me. Just relax. You don’t need to prove anything.”

“Alright, thank you,” Albert mumbles honest, “then … would you take the lead? This is also about you and I want you to feel good too. I will do what you tell me.”

You nod. This is not the worst offer. It seems you have free choice in whatever you want to do now.