In the midst of her opening drawers and running her hands through them in hopes of finding her keys, there was a knock at the door. And of course, when she opened the door, it no other than Erik.
And it was him wearing the exact same sweater with black jeans. The same grey sweater with the same small black Nike logo on the right side.
"You're the worst."
"Hi, liebe." He leaned forward to peck her cheek and stepped in, closing the door behind him. "You ready?"
"Um, no. Have you seen my keys? Like the keys to get into the place I live at?"
Erik shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a pair of keys attached to a keychain of the Dutch flag. If she didn't have him, God knows what she could have been doing right now.
"You left these in my jacket last night," he told her, handing the keys over. "Lucky for you, I found these in the pocket when I got home from your place."
"God bless you, Erik."
"Danke. But I think I'd rather get blessed by the goddess in front of me."
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It's been quite a while since Hanne has been to a mall. And by "a while," she hasn't been to a mall in nearly eight months.
The first reason for that were because of her constantly being in different countries every two weeks. You know, from Bosnia and Herzegovina to Hungary to France, etc. It's not easy to have a life like that and go shopping at the same time when you're literally taking pictures of everything.
Second reason being that now Hanne is a photographer for one of the most successful German football clubs, she's barely had any time to herself. But it wasn't like she had plans for herself every week. The girl never thought of taking a rest every now and then.
And since she started dating Erik (for real), he's been nagging at her about how she never has so-called "fun" things to do in her free time. In which she tried to argue that napping and going grocery shopping is "fun".
Speaking of fun, they two of them were at a bridal store looking for a dress for Thies and his bitch of a fiancée's wedding, and Erik was having way too much fun making fun of each dress he sees. Excluding the ones that Hanne actually likes and is currently carrying it on her arm of course.
"Look, look at this one!" He pointed at an alarmingly short dress that had nothing but red sequins on it. "It looks like tomato with make up on!"
Hanne shook her head, a smile forming on the corners of her lips. "Looks expensive."
They were walking towards the fitting rooms where a woman was outside showing a man, presumably her boyfriend or fiance, a long, purple dress she had on. It probably the ugliest dress Hanne and Erik have seen today, and he was about to make a comment on that dress, only to be interrupted by his Hanne.
"Okay, Erik. I'm going to go to the fitting room and try these on and instead of making fun of these very expensive dresses, go find me more dresses to try on for the wedding."
"Gladly." And then he was off to God knows where.
When she tried on the first dress, a nice and simple navy dress that was obviously too long for her, she thought it made her look pregnant with twins. The second one just made her look ugly. Third one, she didn't even both trying on. She didn't even know when a dress like that—white with pink flowers on the skirt—even got into the pile.
