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luara folded her arms across her chest as she watched the brazilian players dance their way off the pitch after their 4-1 win against south korea.
being a brazilian herself, of course she was beyond happy that her country won, but with a certain player on her mind, she couldn't let herself feel that overwhelming joy she would've usually felt.
"let's go get food after this." kaila, luara's best friend, leant back in her seat, looking over at her.
"let's not. i don't like it here, it's a weird country." luara cringed at the thought, and bounced her knee, "we'll order something, i'll pay."
kaila muttered an 'okay' under her breath. she took the view of an all familiar man approaching the two as a sign to get her phone out and scroll through instagram.
luara looked down at her best friend's phone, reaching in her bag to get her own, but was caught off guard with his tattooed fingers running through her hair. she knew who it was already.
"neymar, it took me forever to straighten it, stop." she tilted her head away from him as he sat down beside her, moving her bag into his lap.
"hush, lua." he rolled his eyes, "you never told me you were coming. let alone being in qatar."
"did you need to know? i'm not just here for you, you know. it's my country too."
"well, i want to know. i've missed you." he reached his arm over the back of the chair she was sitting in, moving her hair from her back and over her shoulder, seeing his name and his number on the back of her shirt, "you came for me."
she side-eyed him, watching his stare linger on the back of her shirt, and flipped her hair back over her shoulder, "only brazil shirt i have, ney."
he hummed, playing with a strand of her hair, "aren't you gonna congratulate me?"
"you're not the only one on that team." she huffed, looking over at him this time.
"it's okay, you can congratulate me other ways, huh?" he stood up from his seat, running his fingers into her hair and leaning down to press a drawn-out kiss to her lips.
he pulled back a little for a moment, "come home with me."
she felt a small smirk tugging at her lips, "no, i'm with kaila."
"she can drive, right?" he pressed another quick kiss to her lips.
she hummed, and pulled him back for another one, "i'm not going to your hotel."
"i'll text you when i'm outside," he bit her bottom lip gently before soothing it with a soft kiss, "i love you,"
"hm, i love you." she licked her lips and bit them clean as she watched him walk away, and turned around to face her best friend. she could see her obvious smirk and side-eye, and she scoffed.
"looking at me like that," luara shook her head in disappointment, "you can drive yourself home."
kaila's head shot up and turned to face her, a bewildered expression on her face, "we drove here in your car,"
"it's a rental," luara corrected, standing up from her seat and smoothing out her denim shorts, "don't crash it."
