She was always there. Standing off the sides during training or home games, her hands delicately holding an expensive camera close to her face as it hung around her neck with the lens sticking out, trying to focus on the running players on the field.
But Erik Durm couldn't help but notice her.
And he was such a dumb boy for doing that.
before we get anywhere else, hi, i'm your author, nadezhda. i have a reus story as well, but who cares? you're here for erik fucking durm.
i've also decided the start of this story should take place at the start of the 2015-16 season and further on. i'm also going to tie this in with my reus story, so you may want to look at that to understand what the hell is going on with marco's life here.
so erik can't get the girl with the very expensive camera hanging around her neck with the lens that ridiculously stick out, out of his head. erik, my boy, you've gone into a dark hole.
i love you
nadezhda
