Engel(Angel)

"How do you pronounce your name?" the bank teller asked through a very thick German accent.

"Jessy. It's American." I was so sick of being asked this question. As if I was calling the man ignorant, he stared at me with resentment for a short moment before resuming his job.

Leaving the bank, i took in the scene around me. It was a beautiful summer day in Berlin. One of those days that reminded me why I moved there. The city was bursting with people going on with their daily life. The air smelt of fresh cut grass and it was my first day being in my new home that I hadn't felt so alone. After being here for two months, I had finally woken up feeling happy, and ready to go out and start my new life. I was ready to live my life without the hurt that I had been feeling for eight and a half years...

As I walked, I noticed a few heads turn. I enjoyed being checked out, as I think any girl does, but these days it was more exasperating. Knowing I could act on my feelings now, have my own opinion, is a beautiful feeling. I watched the men watch me. I was attractive and I knew it, and by the way they were watching me move, they knew it, too.

My last stop before heading back to my third floor, downtown apartment was the der Supermarkt. I only needed a few things. My place was pretty well stocked, i didn't eat at home to often. I loved going out, Berlin is beautiful at night when the city shimmers and calls you in.

As I passed through the threshold of the quaint little grocery store, I noticed a man who's face I couldn't see due to the crowd of sweating females grouped around him. Not wanting to be mistaken for some kind of groupie, I continued on my way down the aisle not stopping to see what the fuss was about. A few moments later, just through the corner of my eye I noticed the unknown man pushing his way through the hysterical tramps looking to please and walk straight towards me.

"Hello."

He was very handsome, a beautiful German man with radiant eyes and the sexiest, deepest voice I had ever heard. Of course I didn't want him to know this being that he was just surrounded by girls begging for him to have his way with them.

"Oh, Hello." I said, almost as if I didn't notice his gorgeous smell as soon as he was close enough.

"Are you American?" I think he must have noticed I didn't have an accent

"Yes, I am." I said with charm.

He went on, "Oh. Well, I hope it's not too forward but, I wanted to tell you that you are beautiful."

"Well, thank you very much." I felt like I was melting. But he couldn't know that. This is the same man who just immersed from a cloud of call girls.

"Again, I know this is very forward, but would you have dinner with me sometime?" He asked me.

I paused, not really knowing what to say. This wasn't the first time a man had wanted to take me out since I moved here, I'd actually gone out with a few of them. But none of them were anything like him. He had almost an aura of sex and so much more. His looks were the image of the perfect man, in my opinion, anyway. But all those girls, that couldn't mean nothing. I could not allow myself to say yes to this man.

"Of course I will!" Damn!

After exchanging numbers, making plans for Saturday(It was Wednesday), and checking each other out a few more times I was on my way with my grocery's in my hands and my heart sailing.

"Wait!" I heard yelling from behind me which was strange in a place where you didn't parade yourself about screaming in public. I turned around to see the man jogging towards me.

"I forgot to tell you. My name is Till." He flashed a smile at me that ran through my body like tranquilizer. I hid the small shudder that followed.

"I'm Jessy." Somehow, cool as a cucumber.


I arrived at my apartment mentally scolding myself. I wanted to like him, but I knew I shouldn't allow myself to. He was the kind of man who has many girls. The love them and leave them type. I didn't need anything like that happening. I moved to another country to get away from the heartache that plagued me for so long.

But I guess theres no harm in giving him a chance...