Miné POV

He is approaching us. Christina is speechless.

"So that's your name. Minerva!"

"Yes that's me. Hi Martijn"

He stops in front of us. Christina is holding her breath.

"Hey, hello!" he greets her.

"Hi. I can't believe that it's you.... Like... You are the numb...."

"Shhhhhhhh! Or everyone will know that I'm here!" he makes Christina shut up.

"We should get in the tent...." I say, inviting Martijn to come in.

All the guys are already asleep. This was an exhausting day. But here we are, awake at 1 am, chatting with Martin Garrix and trying to keep him safe from his lovely fans.

"Ah! Can I take my hat off? Or do you girls want to avoid to look at my greasy horrible hair?"

"Oh, make yourself comfortable!" I tell him.

He finally takes his hat and mask off, revealing him in his unbelievable beauty.

"Oh that's better!"

"Yes. Way better" Christina tells him. He smiles, combing his hair with his fingers.

"So, why are you here?" I ask him.

"Honestly, I don't know. I just wanted to meet you again"

Christina gets up, saying "OK give me some kids guys! I'm leavinggggg!"

She really leaves the tent, but I spot Chris, half asleep, walking outside. He asks her if it's everything OK. She nods, and after she tells him something in his ear, I hear him saying 'wtf really? He's here?' and then she nods. Chris is excited too.

"I hope she was joking" he asks me with a really low voice tone. Oh my God that was so sexy!

"I think so..."

Martin looks at me while sitting on the ground. He removes his sweater.

"Ah, much better. I hope this t-shirt isn't dirty with ketchup or something like that"

Laughing I check if his t-shirt is dirty with ketchup spots or anything. It isn't.
"No, it's perfect"

"Uh thanks God. I usually spread ketchup even in my hair when I eat at McDonald's"

"You have millions in bank and you eat McDonald's?"

"Yes, I'm a fat pig once a month" he says making the pig sound with his mouth.

"You are such a kid...."

"Yes mama... I am" he is trying to be sarcastic with me.

"Shut the fuck up you little prick! You even touched my ass twice today!"

"The first was unintentional"

"The second wasn't...."

All of a sudden his cheeks flush red and his lips bend in a shy smile, his eyes avoiding me.

"Hey...." I try to have his attention.

He looks at me.

"You are shy, aren't you?"

"Well, yes I'm a little shy. I don't like to expose myself a lot. And touching your backside earlier today isn't one of my best decisions"

"Oh, dear I forgive you. But isn't strange to be who you are and be... Shy?"

"I'm trying to be more confident sometimes, but then my mind stops me, telling me to be who I am and stop being a fucking prick"

"So your brain works.... I like you"

"Sorry but I have a girlfriend" he says embarrassed.

I roll my eyes.

"Not in that way. Come on. Like... A person to talk to, someone who I can make serious conversations with"

Martijn starts to smile.

"Oh. Thanks. You know, girls sometimes like me only because of my music or because of my appearence. This is the first time that someone tells me that"

"What an honor!" I'm now laughing. He starts too.

"Minerva.... I'd like to have your phone number... Seriously"

"That would be cool. Of course Martin"

"OH please. I'm just Martijn for you." he says before handing me his phone.

I quickly type my number in his contact list and ask him
"Umm, which name do I have to write?"

"Whatever you want is OK..."

I just write my name, but I choose Miné as a nickname.

I hand his phone back.

"Miné? Nice nickname. So strange"

"Well, I remember you that my name is worse"

"Minerva.... The powerful Latin goddess of War..."

"How do you know that?"

"My name is Martijn... I think that this could be a good explanation"

What.

Holy Mother of God.

Martijn, or Martinus in Latin, is the God of War.

"OH my.... God. Hahaha this is so strange!"

"Actually we could be twins" he says.

"Ew that would be horrible...." I tell him,making a disgusted face.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. I would be a lot more handsome"

"Ew. Is it possible?"

"What?"

"You to be more handsome than this..."

His cheeks redden.

"See... You can be the cutest by yourself"

"Thank you. You are not too bad either..."

"OH, that's why you slapped my ass earlier today...."

He is now trying to cover his face with his hands.
"I already told you.... That wasn't intentional!"

"As you wish, badass"

"I'm not a bad boy..."

"Jerk, I'm just trying to make your face redden! It's cute to see an emotional guy. It looks like.... Like there's a real human being in them. I never understood why can't boys cry in public. Why don't they want to express themselves?"

Looking at each other in our eyes, I can see deep emotions in his. Even if I dont know him, I understand that he is a whole new world. He's different.

"Because boys have to be stronger than women. That's why. Even if deep down they aren't. Just look at me"

I move towards him in my knees and sit right next to him.

"Martin.... You are just different. You are emotionally more complicated than the others. You are a girl into a man's mind.

Oh wait, are you sure that you are a male?"

He looks at me like a ghost. Then a smirk appears on his face. He lowers his mouth to my ear, holding me from the other cheek with his left hand.

Then, this words escape his lips....

"Do you want to check?"

"You little bastard how dare you......"

I push him towards the ground and he lays partially on my bed.

His smile is something unique, and his laughter is contagious.

"Shut up it's 2 am" I whisper telling him to be silent.