Summary: Mila and Rúben had been best friends their whole lives. Literally. Born just a few months apart, they had shared everything. The same school, the same group of friends, the same passion for football... Not even moving to Manchester to play...
"I think the only way for you to make up your mind about Rúben, is by getting laid."
"What?" Mila says.
"What you heard. If you are able to flirt with a guy, make out with him, and then sleep with him without thinking about Rúben, that means that whatever has been going on between you two was just sex. But if your mind keeps going to him..."
"Then it means that you do have feelings for him" Miriam adds.
"And that I'm fucked" Mila sighs.
After everything that happened at Bernardo's house, Mila had to ran away. She needed to put space between her and Rúben, properly think about what was going on. And she couldn't do that in Manchester. That's why the next morning she quickly packed her things and took the first flight to Lisbon, meeting with Eva and Miriam, her childhood friends.
"Maybe you are, maybe you aren't" Eva shrugs. "Let's make this our goal in Cádiz. Find you a nice guy, and see what happens."
"I don't know if we will be able to do that in just a week. It usually takes you your whole life to find a decent guy" Mila chuckles.
"A week and a half thanks to you running away" Eva points out. "But leave it to me" she smirks.
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