#Princes Street Gardens

[scotianostra]

Very spring-like day in Edinburgh.🌞

[pershing100]

The Gardener's Cottage in West Princes Street Gardens, Edinburgh

[lottiesticklishpickle]

Mile-High (Fluff)

Btw, h/c stands for home country

N/L= Native Language

Y/n poured the soft and mellow bottle of Cristal into the polished flute and listened to the tightly-knit bubbles pop. After pouring a few glasses of champagne, she placed them on a pale white tray and picked it up before walking out towards the wide aisle. She spotted an athletic and slightly lean figure with his legs crossed in a feminine fashion. He wore tight-ish light khakis, and clean, all white shoes. His foot jostled up and down, and his finger tapped his ankle. Upon looking and walking closer, she noticed that his wrist had a silver watch on it (and there was no ring on his finger) she mentally noted before snickering at the silly remark. Y/n was used to seeing attractive men, as she was a flight attendant for a private airline, meaning there was often profesional athletes, especially those in the premier league, so she kept it extremely profesional. There had been one time in which she met an athlete she had idolized since she was a young child, upon serving him some food, he grasped her hand, before muttering something in a foreign language, then winking at her. To say she was flustered would have been an understatement, however, she simply kept her cool and smiled, before speed walking back to her colleagues to practically fangirl about the occurrence.

Y/n continued walking down the aisle and stopped once reaching the first seat. There, in the posh, leather seats, sat a man with dark brown eyes to match his curly dark brown hair. He was reading a novel, his eyebrows furrowed as if he were concentrated. Y/n wasn’t stupid, she knew this was Cristiano Ronaldo, yet still, the sight caught her slightly off guard. She could see that he was focused on his book, so she slightly squatted to place the champagne on brown table in front of him. The sound of the flared base was barely audible, yet apparently it was loud enough to startle Cristiano. His eyes darted from his novel to her as he raised his eyebrows. Y/n’s eyes widen, and she lets out a mixture of an awkward laugh and a scoff.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, sir” she apologized, Cristiano then looked at her and bared a smile, revealing a set of white teeth. He then let out a deep and breathy laugh (which Y/n thought sounded a little funny) before assuring in a coy manner “It’s no problem, Querido.” Y/n paused while trying to remember what that meant, yet Cristino said “It means Darling.”

“Oh.” Muttered Y/n, she squinted her eyes and looked to the side, then let out another awkward laugh. “Well, thank you, Sir.” She began to walk down the aisle again, but Cristiano halted her. “Wait, sit down, could you keep me company for a few minutes?.” Y/n paused and looked around, her eyes then fell on her colleague, who was apparently listening, nodded towards her, and mouthed “Go ahead.” Before smiling and sticking out her tongue. Whilst still observing her friend, Y/n opened her mouth and stammered “Oh, yeah! Sure thing, Sir.” as she lowered herself onto the seat across from him.

“You can just call me Cristiano,” he assured, “And by the way, what’s your name?”

“My name is Y/n L/n.” She answered, “Tell me about yourself, Y/n.” he promptly requested. “Alright, well, I was born and raised in h/c. After I turned twenty, I decided to move to France as a flight attendant. I really enjoyed the idea of being able to travel, and it helped me to improve my speaking in many different languages.” She said as Cristiano stared at her, and listened intently, “I’m never really at my home in France, but I don’t mind, it’s honestly not my favorite place.” Cristiano then nodded before continuing his questions, “I love traveling too, I think my favorite place to have gone is probably Madrid. What about you, Y/n?” The sound of him saying her name sounded strange and exciting to Y/n, it felt so bizarre to converse so casually with such a notable person. “When I first became a flight attendant, one of my first flights was to Indonesia. In my opinion, the architecture and beauty is superior to any other place I’ve ever been.”

Y/n continued to ramble about the beautiful countries she had visited, whilst Cristiano observed the way she spoke and gestured so passionately. He could tell she was getting distracted and the topic got her excited. He believed that this was cute, he liked watching how fast her mouth moved, and the way her eyebrows raised and lowered frequently. She spoke in an animated sort of way, yet tried to keep her volume down in a courteous manner for the resting passengers. She’d occasionally drop remarks and jokes that caused him to bite his lip to keep from bursting out in laughter. As the conversation continued, Y/n’s became visibly much more relaxed. Her posture had shifted, and her legs had now been crossed in an awkward yet supposedly comfortable fashion.

“I recall you mentioned that you speak multiple languages, what do you speak?” He asked, “I’m fluent in English, Spanish, French and N/L.” “That’s brilliant! Do you speak any Portuguese?”

“No, but since I’m fluent in Spanish and French, I just conjugate when speaking with someone in Portuguese.” Cristiano nodded as Y/n continued to ramble about life as a flight attendant, and her education. Her words seemed almost trivial to him, as he couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. He was mesmerized by her obvious passion and speaking skills. Most guys often said things about not wanting a girl who talks much, but Cristiano was the exact opposite. He loved observing Y/n’s mannerisms and expressions, he would describe it as “intriguing.”

After what had seemed like an hour of talking, the pilot over the intercom abruptly proclaimed after some slight turbulence: “Flight attendants, prepare for landing please,Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing. Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into Turin, Italy.”

Y/n looked up towards the cockpit and slowly got up before Cristiano paused her. “Wait, Y/n, how long will you be in Italy before you have to get on another flight?” He asked.

She quickly paused to think, “Four days.” She answered.

“Perfect,” he interjected, “after my game tomorrow, do you want to go get dinner?” Y/n felt her face heat up, and looked around. “Yeah totally.” Y/n stammered. Cristiano then handed her his phone, signaling for her to place her number in it. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Cristiano.” Y/n said with a smile as she looked down at the screen and placed her number in his contacts. After that he didn’t say much, just “Thank you.” Before grinning and shaking her hand as she got up to walk back towards her colleague, who was practically stalking the two during their entire conversation. Y/n got up and trudged back to her friend who practically tackled her with questions once she knew everyone else was out of earshot.

“You got his number? The Cristiano Ronaldo? You’re a Mack daddy at this point.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Okay, never say Mack daddy again, but I guess I am quite a pimp.” She said as she giggled.

“Do you think he could set me up with one of the other team members?” Her friend rhetorically asked, causing the two to burst out in laughter. “I don’t know, he probably could.” Said Y/n as she shrugged. “Okay but, you have to let me help you get ready for the date, no exceptions, you owe me one for me taking over your service duties while you were flirting with a professional athlete.”

“Alright, you can help me get ready.” Y/n confirmed. Her friend did a silent cheer and a strange dance before slapping her on the back and exclaiming: “Thank you!”

Please let me know if you have any advice or criticism :)

[abbiistabbii]

Lots of fashionistas at Princes Street Gardens using the park for Glamour shots while I'm hwre looking like a Goth Goblin about to eat the leaves off the ground. Why you posh fucks complaining, this is a public park and I'm allowed eat the crumchy leaves.

[embraphotos]

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Princes Street Gardens, Edinburgh, Scotland

[nicolasgardiano]

Princes Street Gardens, Edinburgh, Scotland

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Floral Clock -- Photographing Public Art

Floral Clock -- Photographing Public Art

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Princes Street Gardens, Edinburgh, Scotland

[embraphotos]

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