Charelle POV

I'm in the club with some of my friends, partying and whatever, when I notice someone familiar a few meters from me.

Not again. Peter.

He's sitting at the bar, alone, with one drink in his hand.

So that girl isn't with him, I guess.

"Charelle?" one of my friends catches my attention.

"Can you please go and order some drinks?? Please?"

"Umm. Yes"

I hope the guy doesn't recognize me. I actually have my hair up and I'm really different from the ordinary me.

I walk straight to the bar counter and order to the barman two Manhattans.

"Oh, wait. Charelle???"

Oh no..... Nooooo!

I turn my head to my right and there he is. Looking at me.

"Peter! What a nice meeting. What are you doing here? "

I've never been this fake.

"Holiday with a friend. How about you?"

"Work. I have a photoshoot in two days"

"Nice"

Time to investigate.

"Are you alone in the club?"

"Yes, I came only to have something to drink"

"And.... How is it going with Minerva?"

His sight lowers to his feet and looks traumatized. Ew..

"We broke up after a few days. We live too far away"

Omg I want to... like... Twist his head until it falls.

"Oh I'm sorry. I had no idea. Martijn never told me"

"Oh, right. Where's Martijn?"

"Oh he went back on tour yesterday"

"I understand. So..... Would you like to have a drink with me then?"

I look at my friends table but they are nowhere to be found. Probably they are not even in the club anymore. I should say yes. I don't think this will bother Martijn. Come on, I'm stalking Peter because of him!

"Why not. Wait, my friends took my drink with them too."

"Were you with someone? I don't want to bother you"

"Oh, they left me here I think. I'll leave them a message. Let's go"

"Wait. Don't you want a drink?"

"Oh, you are right. One Manhattan" I tell the barman.

And Peter pays for me.

This is getting awkward.
Really awkward. I better be texting Martijn as soon as I can.

[...]

Martijn POV

I'm sitting on the sofa with Miné, who's actually watching me eating sushi, literally devouring the sushi I have in between my chopsticks with her eyes.

"Hey.... Are you hungry? Here" I offer her my sushi placing it in front of her lips.

She looks into my eyes and accepts the bite, so when she opens her mouth I feed her with this Nigiri.

"Thank you..."

"If you'd like.... We can order more"

"Yes, but I'm paying" she states confident.

"hahaha nope, girls with me never pay"

"No, you already paid for pizza yesterday"

"And so? Come on, order what you want" I tell her handing my phone opened in the Deliveroo website.

"OK, but if we'll go out in the club one day, I'm paying for your drinks"

"OK, fine. But now order your meal, unless you want to eat at midnight"

[...]

Minerva POV

Martijn and I are both laying on the sofa, watching TV. He's holding me by my waist, my back in contact with his chest.

His hand moves back and forth, massaging my stomach. Until he stops leaving his hand on my hip.

"Miné, can I ask you something?"

"Sure"

"How do you keep fitting in these jeans after eating?" he asks putting an hand in my front jeans' pocket.

Yes, these  jeans have real front pockets. Goals for us girls

"To be honest...they are pretty uncomfortable right now"

"You could have told me before, I can lend you a pair of sweatpants"

"Oh don't worry, I'm fine"

His hand leaves my pocket and finds its way to the front of my jeans, his thumb sliding into the waistband.

"Hey, I'm not that fat! Hahaha"

"I know, but I'd like to give you the same service you always gave me"

How cute. But.....
"you know, I have to tell you something" I tell him turning around to face him.

"Tell me"

"That last night into the tent.... You were sleeping so peacefully, holding me by my waist, when I started to feel something over my back. Your pants were even unbuttoned, so... "

Martijn's face turns suddenly purple in shame and looks away from me.

"Oh... God"

He's so cute when he acts like this, it makes me remember of the first day we met. Hahaha he didn't even try to run away from Christina.... You have to be brave to do this.

"I'm so sorry.... You know that I can't control it"

He's still avoiding my sight, looking at his feet. Laughing I start to squeeze his nose, booping it like you do with cute dogs.

"Marty.... Don't worry. Plus I'm used to bigger ones so...." I tell him laughing.

"Oooohh I don't think so"

"Well, I do. Now, if you let me, I need to use the bathroom" I tell him getting up from the couch.

"To be honest.... I don't know if I'll let you use the toilet" he answers crossing his arms and looking at me.

"What do I need to do to earn the pleasure to go to the bathroom then?"

"Bring me a beer, my slave"

"You are fucking mentally compromised dear...." I tell him walking to the kitchen.

I open the fridge door and look for a beer for Martijn. He has several kinds of bottles, but I'll just bring him one random.

Leaving the kitchen I walk back to the couch where Martijn is laying.

"Here, now can I go to the bathroom????"

"You know where it is, Bae"