"If I were you I would be so mad at Neymar", Kylian teases on the way back. He has one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his thigh. I look out of the window as we are driving past luxurious villas. I don't feel angry or mad. I had a good time and even met a potential friend.
"Yeah normally I would be but I'm not", I laugh.
"I think he is too charming for anyone to be mad at him", he chuckles, his voice is deep and raspy.
"Well at least I exchanged numbers with someone else tonight", I brag. I needed to tell someone that I could have a friend by the end of the week.
"I'm proud of you", he says while glancing at me for a second, "With who?"
"Hiba Abouk, I think she is someone's wife", I say.
"Ah, Hakimi's wife", he confirms, "yeah she is nice".
"Yeah..." I say. For a moment we don't talk and just enjoy the music. Back in Spain, I would sometimes get in my car at night and just drive around for no particular reason while listening to some good music. It's very relaxing and therapeutic.
"What kind of event where you at with Blake tonight?", I ask, breaking the silence.
"I don't really know to be honest", he answers, "I just wanted to be with her".
He seems to really care about her and their relationship seems to be really cute. Of course I have only known them for couple of days but still..
"How long were you guys dating before being official?" I ask. Do I dare to ask these kind of questions? What if he doesn't want to talk to me about it. But then again I talked to Neymar about sex after knowing him for two days.
"Couple of months", he replies. Why would Neymar say they wouldn't last, I'm so confused. In the background, my favorite singer starts playing.
"Oh I love her", I squeak. He laughs and turns the volume up as Jhené Aiko starts singing.
"Do you like her?" I beam. If he does it'll make him instantly 100 times more likable.
"I love her", he says. I relax in my seat, smiling. I like him, he seems to be a sweet, chill person, not at all how the media portraits him. For the rest of the ride home, we talk mostly about music. I'm impressed by his music taste, as it is very similar to mine. He even showed me couple of French singers and introduced me to French music, which I never really liked. But after listening to Tiakola I changed my mind. We friendly argued about who is better at rap U.K. or USA. Even after we arrived at our hotel, we stayed in the car for half an hour, discussing certain rappers and listening to R&Bs. At one point we both laughed so much, my stomach started hurting. Usually around 2 a.m. everything is funnier than usual.
"I think your phone is buzzing", he suddenly says, lowering the volume. His voice brings me back to reality. I take my phone out of my clutch and answer.
"Hey," Neymar says on the other line. "Can you open your door?" he asks.
"What door?" I say confused. Is he drunk?
"Your apartment door?" he sounds even more confused than me.
"Oh, I'm not home yet", I admit, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to apologize and explain myself", his voice is soft and tired.
I chuckle, "don't worry about it".
"No, I feel awful", he says defeated, "Are you gonna be here soon?". I get the urge to say 'no' and stay in this moment with Kylian a little longer. But I know the magic was broken the moment my phone started buzzing and the second I get off the phone we will head in.
