Why is Matthias suddenly getting involved with everything? God, Erik certainly hoped that this wouldn't wound being a guy goes out with his friend's love interest kind of thing. He didn't need anymore bad luck and stress in his life.
"He isn't here today," he simply said, and she her expression changed to a somewhat half-disappointed/half-surprised face.
"Oh," she sighed, and started walking ahead, Erik following, "well then, I'm not going to blame him for not being able to tell you. Anyways, Marta told me I was taking pictures of you guys for the website today."
There's no wonder Hanne looked more... supportive of BVB. No Ajax sweatshirt or t-shirt, no orange track jacket that said Nederland on the back, she looked like she could actual pass off as a Dortmund native rather than that Dutch girl down the block. Though she still sported the black jeans and white canvas shoes look, Erik appreciated her wearing the black and yellow jacket with the logo even if it made her look like a bumble bee.
A cute bumble bee, that's for sure.
"Nice jacket," he said as he followed right behind her. "Are you showing how much you love us now?"
"I came in today and Marta told me, 'Hanne, I'm done with your unsupportive shit, wear this and don't wear any other team's clothes,' and threw this jacket at me. I asked for the jersey, but they didn't have the plain home jerseys in my size."
"Should have asked me. I deserve to have someone wear my jersey when I play," Erik said, a sly smirk on his face even though she can't see it.
They stop at a door to the left, and Hanne fishes a set of key out of her pockets, unlocking the door and walking in, Erik following. The room is what you would imagine designer brand models to have their picture taken in. Studio lights, a white backdrop and the camera sitting right in the middle of everything.
As if she was any more professional than she already was.
"I'd love to wear your jersey, but don't you think it's a bit chilly now being October and such?" she said, shutting the door and going around to turn on the studio lights. "Alright, Erik, can you please stand on the red dot there?" She pointed at the ground that was covered by the white backdrop where a red dot from somewhere above was.
He stood there, his hands awkwardly on his hips. "Are we going to be doing swimsuit shots?"
The last time he was in this room was near the end of the last Bundesliga season. Erik was modeling two pairs of swim trunks and he'd never felt so uncomfortable in his entire life. Well, that and the time they were teaching about sex ed when he was in school.
Let's just make it clear that he would never want to do swimsuit shots ever again. Period.
Although, he'd do it if it meant getting half-naked in front of Hanne.
"Unfortunately, Marta told me no. Apparently, she doesn't think a twenty year old, like me, can handle a half-naked man in a room."
"That sucks."
She nodded. "And I don't know if you know, but it's the middle of October, so I don't know what friends you have that would want to buy a swimsuit in this weather."
Oh look, another Erik is a dumb boy moment. How lovely.
He shrugged. Way to get yourself out of that situation. "Nevermind, I'm being a dummkopf."
She smiled. " Just a little bit."
See, even she knew Erik was a dumb boy, but only she could make it seem like a good thing.
