constant conversations // neymar júnior

um: the coffee shop

Lara sighed and brushed some hair from her face as she plopped down on the love seat in the little cafe. The air smelled of coffee, tea and sweet pastries coming from the oven.

The little café was located in a small and quiet part of Barcelona, somewhere she always loved. She stumbled upon the café a few weeks after she first moved to Barcelona from where she was born and raised in Belo Horizonte, Brazil.

The café had then turned into a little sanctuary for her. She came to the café whenever she needed peace and quiet or whenever she needed a good cup of coffee if she had a paper to work on.

The owners were a lovely elderly couple who already knew Lara personally by now. They loved having Lara at the café, saying that she always reminded them of their eldest grandchild who was now living in the UK.

It was a beautiful day in Barcelona, so Lara decided to bring one of her favourite books with her and pop on over to the café for a nice cup of tea.

She took a sip of her tea from the red mug before setting it back down. She pulled her legs up onto the couch and began re-reading her favourite book - Looking for Alaska by John Green. She opened the book and was about to read the first line when she heard someone else stumbling into the shop.

Being in a quiet, remote part of Barcelona, not a lot of people came to the café so Lara was always interested to know who came in.

Looking up, she saw a man come in before ordering something at the cashier. Pedro, the elderly owner of the shop made the coffee while his wife, Maria, exchanged the change with the customer.

Maria caught Lara gazing at them and shot her a small giddy smile and Lara shot her one back. The man took the steaming hot cup of coffee and looked around the café before deciding to sit near the window - right next to the only other customer in the shop.

Lara always found it confusing whenever there was a huge range of places to sit and the person chooses to sit exactly next to her. But this time, she didn't even mind. Instead, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in anticipation instead of annoyance.

Neymar was out for a stroll when he saw the little coffee shop. Deciding that a nice cup of tea wouldn't hurt anyone, he entered the shop and ordered just that. The smell of cinnamon, tea and coffee wafted around the shop and it made him smile as it smelled almost exactly like his home back in Sao Paulo did.

After buying his drink, he looked around for a decent window seat but only saw one directly next to another customer. Shrugging to himself, he slowly walked over to the seat and set his tea down before sitting down next to her.

He couldn't help but stare at the girl for a while. She had light brown hair that was currently tied in a messy bun atop her head with a few strands falling down and framing her face. She was intently focused on the book she had in her hands.

Neymar didn't even realise he was staring at her until the girl looked at him herself.

"Lo siento, can I help you?" she murmured. Her voice was soft but at the same time firm, she had a sweet voice and her brown eyes were widely staring up at him. He couldn't do anything but just stare at her, taking in every feature on her face.

Neymar felt his heart beating quickly in his chest as a small tiny smile appeared on her face. He just knew that this was the start of something great.

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thought i'd try out a new story and it's about neyyy ahhh my little fuckboy <3 okay it'll get better i promise! please vote and comment :) xx