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"Luka have you seen Neymar?" A puzzled administrator approached Modric. He was already run off his feet in search of the missing ward.
"I haven't seen him, but he's probably on a smoke break as usual", the waiter shrugged his shoulders.
"How tired I am of these constant smoke breaks!" the tall brunette was indignant "I'm probably too soft on you all and I should be tougher. How many times to repeat: there is time for work and for rest!"
It seemed to Luka as if Cristiano's complaints related directly to his person, so he felt slightly embarrassed and ashamed.
"Luka!" Ronaldo 's voice snaps him out of his thoughts.
The expression on Cristiano's face is extremely serious and it seems to Luka that the administrator is about to scold him too. And this is on the second day of his work as a waiter in this restaurant. Maybe there's something wrong with his appearance? Modric nervously tucks a loose strand behind his ear.
"Luka you will serve Neymar's table now. You will take an order from Sergio Ramos"
"Who is this Ramos?" Luca slightly frowns, watching Cristiano's reaction.
"Our owner," he exhales, "well, kind of like a owner. In general, his father does all the business here and he, as it were, well, for the entourage. But he can dismiss."
"Well," Modric agrees as if he had a choice.
He takes a notebook out of his breast pocket and moves to the table by the window where his client is sitting today.
It should be said that he did not like the "alleged owner" right away — he looked like a pompous turkey, the son of rich parents, whom Modric tried to avoid all his life, so as not to become at least something like them. Judging strangers and even bosses the guy is not used to, so he immediately tried to throw all the stereotypes out of his head, but the first impression is still the strongest.
He absolutely didn't like Ramos at first sight.
However, Modric pulled a polite smile as Cristiano taught and asked: "What can I get..."
"Bring me a drink", a husky low baritone immediately interrupts him.
"Tea, coffee, cocktails?"
"Are you kidding me, boy?" Ramos looks up at him through the dark lenses of his glasses.
And why would this jerk need dark glasses indoors?
Luka barely has time to shut himself up so that these thoughts do not turn into words.
"Asleep? So beautiful and such a retard. Bring me something already. Your choice".
Luka purses his lips, only briefly nods to Sergio and immediately walks away, ignoring the epithet "beautiful". To be honest, it's a dubious compliment when it goes along with the word "retard".
"How’d it go?" Ronaldo catches him right away.
"Rough", the Croat responds briefly and eloquently.
Cristiano just sighs, looking at Ramos across the tables.
Luka walks up to the bar and, without expecting it, tells Gareth everything he thinks about this Sergio Ramos while allowing a couple of "affectionate words" to fly out of his mouth a couple more times.
Bale just nods sympathetically.
"What can I say? Every family has its black sheep... But what I can do for him in the end?"
"He asked for my choice, so..." the guy shrugs, glancing sideways at the client hanging in his phone and mentally cursing Neymar, who is hanging around somewhere. "Make a Cortado for him"
"Are you serious?" Gareth grins, looking at Luka as if he was crazy "He won't drink Cortado. Let me make an expensive cocktail, a drink for a few thousand is worth nothing to him"
Luka grunts and lowers his eyes to the floor as if thinking about something.
"No, bro, you know, since he asked for my taste, let him an ordinary drink," Luka smiles, "Maybe he'll learn something".
"Do you think Ramos can be taught a lesson?"
Gareth finishes preparing the order pretty quickly, and during this time Luka has time to think about everything a few more times. He keeps calculating how much his damn pride will cost him today, because he has already lost his job countless times because he was impossibly stubborn and principled. "No, mom, I don't need your and Dad's help. No, Vanya, we will not take my or your parents' money to repair the apartment" and, of course, today's "I will not allow you to treat me or my friends that way just because you are richer."
Bale seems to be whispering prayers after the guy leaving with a coffee, as if hinting that he is just totally, inevitably fucked up. Luka feels in his gut, damn it, that Gareth is very right, but he's not going to back down, he's not like that.
"Your drink," Luka says calmly, glad that at least he will enjoy Sergio's surprised expression before he gets dismissed from that job.
"What's it?" the Spaniard grunts and either on purpose or not, covers the waiter's fingers with his own, taking over the glass and sips a little. "Great, thanks."
In the sense of "Great, thanks"? But what about yelling and dismissing in disgrace?
"Do you like it?" Modric asks, even forgetting in surprise that he is not communicating with some friend of his, but with the owner of the fucking restaurant.
"I like it," Sergio answers him, looking at the Croat with a mocking look. And yet, there was something about him. Such... unusual? "I love this, it's delicious. You can go. Free."
Miraculously, the waiter left at work in complete disbelief returns to the bar where Gareth seems ready to bury him. When Luka tells him that he wasn't actually dismissed and even seems to have been praised for his choice, Bale involuntarily stretches his hand to his forehead obviously thinking that the guy just has a fever, and he probably didn't realize that he was dismissed from work. But no — after a while, Cristiano comes up to them with a big smile on his face and informs them that the owner was satisfied.
×××
The next day Luka almost forgets the whole story and is not even surprised to notice Ramos sitting at the same table. The waiter sighs nervously and looks away — now it's not his concern.
"Lukita!"— this is Neymar's voice and if he, damn it, goes somewhere again Modric himself will strangle him and he doesn't care even if he is put in jail for it.
"What do you want?", Luka replied a little dryly, trying not to look at the brazilian.
"Here's the thing... The owner is calling you," he purses his lips and nods in the direction of the owner of the restaurant who is calling Luka, to some goddamn, snapping his fingers. "He told you to come over as soon as possible"
Isn't this Spaniard insolent? He is fucking kidding?
"This is not my table. And he's not my client. I already worked for free yesterday", Luka frowned.
"Is that what you want me to tell him?" the other waiter asked doubtfully.
"Go tell it him".
Luka doesn't even have time to turn away as Neymar runs back like a bullet, almost crying.
"He got angry and said he would dismiss me if you didn't come up!"
What the hell does this impudent daddy's son allow?
Sergio looks very different today: a shirt, probably from the latest collection, somehow too suspiciously perfectly fitting on him, dark trousers, obviously very expensive and, of course, dark glasses sticking out of his chest pocket, completing his image that screams: "This is I am a Versace model" or maybe Prada or Gucci, Luka doesn't understand in this and he honestly not interested in it.
However, Luka catches himself thinking that he is standing and staring at him although, wait, hey, Modric is actually straight. Sort of.
"Something happened?" he tries to make his voice imperturbable, but judging by the grinning Ramos, he does not really succeed.
"Yes. My favorite waiter left me", the Spaniard replied without taking his dark eyes off the guy as if watching his every move.
Luka was close to snorting loudly.
"This table is not mine. I'm actually working here for the third day and... "
"And now you're going to be my personal waiter", Ramos interrupts "I'm not asking, I'm telling. Me as usual".
Just like that?
Modric goes to the bar when only one word runs in his head in a red line: "fuck fuck fuck", and when he plops down on the seat opposite Gareth without saying a word, the bartender understands him without words.
"I see Ramos has already pissing you off."
"Is he gay by any chance?" Luka suddenly asks."
"Which one of us is not gay?" Bale tries to laugh it off, but immediately catches the incomprehensible look of the interlocutor, "Well - not me. And you?"
"I actually have a girlfriend", Luka replies already glancing warily at the bartender.
"Sometimes this is not a problem!" — again the uncomprehending look. "Although how would I know, right?.."
Girlfriend. Yes, Vanya was his girlfriend. Because it happened that way. He never wondered why he was with Vanya. They liked each other, they were kind of comfortable with each other and easy. Everyone said they were a good couple and Luka believed it. But as if that wasn't enough...
But Modrić was definitely not gay. For at least twenty-three years he somehow got used to the idea that he was straight and then an arrogant Spaniard with brown eyes appeared in his life and everything, life suddenly went downhill at once.
"Now that's more like it. You can - whenever you want, kid" Ramos drawled with satisfaction, when Luka puts a glass of coffee on his table, but when the waiter wants to leave, he immediately stops him, takes out a large bill from his wallet and hands it to Modric who has already went nuts from life.
"Now you don't serve for free, right? This is your table now, remember" Sergio winked.
×××
Sergio Ramos is sitting at the same table for the third week in a row, and Luka is still serving him. Now, various steaks are sometimes added to the usual Cortado, and sometimes quite expensive alcoholic cocktails.
Modric goes through a difficult way from "don't you dare talk to me like that" to "please talk to me a little more" and realizes that he and Sergi (as he insisted on calling himself) could become good friends, if only, of course, not their main difference: one is a waiter, the second is the owner of the restaurant. But Ramos turned out to be completely different from what he seemed to Luka from the first acquaintance. It was calm and pleasant with him, they sometimes talked during the acceptance of the order, and sometimes after, exchanged news and some personal experiences. Surprisingly, Ramos understood him perfectly. They got close pretty quickly.
Only Sergio comes and goes, and Luka is already living it: waiting every day and frankly, sad, knowing that his client is about to leave. It's probably wrong but he doesn't care.
But Luka definitely cares when his Sergio suddenly comes in the company of some tall girl of model appearance and does not order a Cortado at all, trying, obviously, to show his who... sweet companion, his immense wealth.
Luka brings them an order and accidentally spills expensive red wine on the girl's dress, taking a well-deserved look of bewilderment from the Spaniard, who, for some reason, instead of helping his woman, grabs the waiter by the elbow and leads somewhere towards the toilet under the pretext of "it's necessary I'll deal with this misunderstanding now."
"What was that just now?" Sergi or rather Sergio Ramos Garcia, really looks like a strict and unscrupulous restaurant owner now and the Croat is also twelve centimeters shorter than him, and this also does not add confidence.
"It was an accident. I am ready to pay for everything... "
"By accident?" Ramos frowns, "It didn't seem that way to me."
"It's true. That's it, Sergio, I have to work."
Ramos bends down and bites into his lips with rough, insistent kiss, somehow managing to put his hand on the back of his head and pull him closer to him and Luka breaks down without even thinking that he might be making a serious mistake now, responds to the kiss, deepening it.
"Luka, it was..."
"If you say now that it was a mistake, I will hit you", Modric warns very seriously, still trying to catch his breath.
"I wanted to say that it was my sister, so that you would finally confess your feelings and not run away from me like a fool, but okay", the Spaniard deviously smiles, yes, it is the Spaniard who is smiling deviously, deservedly receiving a tangible push in the chest from an indignant Croat.
Meanwhile, Cristiano with a dissatisfied face gave $100 to satisfied with myself Bale. He shouldn't have agreed to this bet. But he was sure that the guys were straight. Just because Gareth said: "I bet these two will start kissing in a month."
Gareth was absolutely happy. Money is not superfluous, just like a homosexual friend.