Chapter 14A

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Alana's Pov

Paris has never been a big part of the plan in my life timeline. I always dreamt of living in a small city, opening a Pâtisserie shop with my mother, and adopting 10 cats from the animal shelter to give me a company. Paris is too sophisticated for little Alana to explore; let alone living there. She will never make it out there, a 13 years old Alana thought. But, it was all before she finally got a taste of life. Everything has changed. I was no longer a little girl who dreamt of living in a small city because the city where i grew up in, is the place where my parents gone. I was no longer dreaming of making a Pâtisserie shop, because my mother is not here anymore. Martin—my old neighbor—owned 5 cats that soon was adopted by me after he passed away. Paris has become the place where i found the new chapter of life that i've been missing.

Today is the last day of the year, in which a lot of changes happened within a span of year. I have enough savings on my bank account, my mother lost her battle with cancer, and i fell in love. Paris is a city of love they said; i looked into a beautiful man next to me and i agree. Everything about him is impeccable.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Neymar pushed my face away playfully with his finger. "I know i have a pretty face."

"People would be dying to see that face everyday, you know?" I laughs. "It's me. I'm people."

"I never thought there will be a day where i saw you simping over me, Marquez." Neymar bring me closer to his hugs. He rest his head on my shoulder and linger his arms around my stomach.

"I'm a Libra, of course i'm the biggest simp ever! You never know how much love i have for Henry Cavill. I've told you to watch The Witcher with me but you always have an excuse! Trust me the plot is very good."

"What's the point of watching if they replaced that Geralt character with another actor? That's the very good plot you meant, right?"

"Well... yes, you're not wrong." He pinch my cheeks. "What about Money Heist? I swear to God i will force you to watch it right now if you said you haven't watch it. That's practically the most popular show on Netflix."

"Are you kidding me? You must be the one that haven't watch it."

I raise my eyebrows dramatically. "I finished the whole new season within a day after its released."

"And i basically talk to Berlin and the Professor in person." He immediately reach the remote control on his bed drawer and put on the third season of Money Heist from his TV. "You're such a fake fan."

"What. The. Fuck!" I shrieked at him in disbelief. "THAT WAS YOU?"

I left my jaw hanging open when i saw Neymar being a cameo on Money Heist that i never realized before. That was the most random thing ever and i didn't expect that at all. How can't i notice him at all when i was watching it? I'm pretty sure a lot of people doesn't realize about that too, so i can defend myself in front of him.

"I bet there's a lot of people who didn't notice that either!" I replayed the part where Neymar came into the screen. "You better be an actor when you retired. You kinda have that talent, Sir."

"Sir... i like how it sounds." Neymar winked at me. All of the sudden i get a dejavu where Neymar was drunk on the other night and how that scene starts to playing in my head. "Your face is getting red again."

"It reminds me of the night where i had to drag you out from Ramos' house. You're such a freak when you're drunk, Junior." I'm trying to hide the fact where i'm a hundred percent lying to him. "You literally clung into me all the time."

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