the therapist in red~ joão cancelo

chapter five- work

monday. the most dreaded day of the week. it would be hard for sofia and joão to see eachother, due to the fact they worked at different places and started early.

"sofia!" a voice shouts from behind.

she turns around, it's roberto firmino.

"oh, hi!" sofia replies, out of shock.

"why didn't you message me? i was worried." roberto asks.

"sorry, i've been with a friend." she replies.

"oo, is it a footballer." roberto adds.

"yes! joão cancelo." sofia says.

"cancelo? how do you to know eachother?" he asks.

"well, he lives next to me!" sofia replies, smiling. "he says you seem like a nice guy, so that's another way to tell he's a good friend!"

roberto smiles, blinding sofia.

they walk into the lfc training ground together. suddenly diogo jota comes up to them. sofia, knowing she had spent the weekend with his international teammate, tried to ignore him.

"sofia? is there something wrong?" diogo asks.

"no everythings fine than-."

suddenly, roberto cuts into sofia, before she could finish her sentence.

"she's been speaking to joão cancelo, actually." he says to diogo.

sofia softly nudges him, as a joke.

"oh, how come?" diogo asks.

"he lives next to me." she replies.

"i forgot you moved. joão said he's been speaking to a new girl." diogo says.

sofia puts an arkward grin on her face, before waving goodbye to the pair and into her office. as she sits down, she feels her phone beep. it was joão.

"help." the text reads.

"what is it? also, aren't you supposed to be training?" sofia replies.

"yes"
"oh, by the way, ny friend says hi."
"ieueuwuwggeejeisi" the texts form joão read.

"oh?" sofia texts, confused.

"told him to fuck off."
"usual rodri." joão texts.

"ahahaha." sofia texts.

"bye i have to go now x." joão texts.

"alright, bye! (try not to get bullied by rodri)." sofia texts back.

she goes onto instagram and views joão's story. it was of him and who she assumed to be, rodri. she likes the story and laughs. seconds later, rodri follows her account. as soon as she tries putting her phone down, a group chat pops up called "rodri made me make this" comes up.

"hi sofia." rodri texts.

"piss off making me do group chats rodri, we're supposed to be working!" joão replies.

"ok bye." sofia texts.

she puts her phone down, a minute later, someone walks through the door. it was fabio carvalho. oh how she have had enough of speaking to portugese for one day.

"hello fabio, are you alright?" she asks.

"yes, i just feel a bit sick. i know i should be training and it sounds pathetic, i just want to sit here for a bit." he replies.

"it's fine, don't worry!" sofia says, putting a smile on the youngsters face.

then, sofia's phone beeps again.

"fuck off." she mumbles.

"what's happening?" fabio asks.

"so i moved next to joão cancelo, we're friends, his teammate forced him to make an insta group. now, it's being spammed." sofia replies.

"never actually spoke to the man myself, but i've heard stuff off the older portugese guys. he sounds funny." fabio replies.

"yes, he really is!" she adds.

"well, i must get back to training now! i feel much better, thanks sofi!" he says, smiling.

just as fabio leaves, a new text from the group comes.

"@sofirodriguez.xx come to mine later." joão texts.

"alright then." she replies.

well, this will be fun, she thinks.

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i love fabio sm omg