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luara sipped on her champagne, swilling the expensive beverage in the glass.
her and kaila were out to dinner in one of the fancy restaurants in brazil. it had been a few days since brazil lost to croatia through penalties, and it was obvious that their country hadn't been it's lively self since. luara didn't mind though, figuring that it'd be back to it's usual self soon, at least until the final.
"i'm shocked and annoyed." kaila scoffed. once again, she was talking about their country's loss, "i'm telling you, lu, it's your fault."
luara's head shot back, eyebrows furrowing, "my fault? how? you won't see me on that pitch scoring any goals."
"if you'd have stayed, your man would've played better. you know that." kaila brought her champagne glass up to her lips, downing the rest of it. luara's eyes widened in shock at her best friend, cringing at the view of her downing champagne as if it was a shot.
"he's not my man." luara rolled her eyes, looking out the window of the restaurant, seeing the bright flashes of paparazzi in the distance, "anyway, he doesn't need me in his vicinity to do better at his career. i'm not his fucking coach, kaila."
kaila hummed, shrugging her shoulders, "true."
luara sighed, glancing back out the window and biting the inside of her cheek as she looked over the crowd of paparazzi. she didn't entirely mind the constant clicks flashing her way, but she didn't like them either. they got on her nerves most of the time.
"lu," luara looked back to kaila, "did you even call him after they lost?"
she opened her mouth to respond, but closed it, and furrowed her brows, "i don't think so."
kaila sighed, "oh, luara. that's just mean."
"is it though?"
"yes, oh meu deus," kaila tutted, "you fuck, you say you love each other, and when he loses the world cup, despite being one of the best football players ever, you don't even call him? luara."
upon hearing kaila's words, luara came to her senses a little. she pursed her lips, feeling bad that she didn't even text, let alone call, "well, he didn't either, so."
kaila raised her brows, and looked over her shoulder, calling over a waiter, and asking for another champagne. he came back with the bottle, and kaila laughed in excitement, popping it open, pouring herself another, and topping luara's up.
"he's such an asshole anyway, lu. why do you even let him near you?" kaila placed the bottle down between them, and took a sip from her newly poured drink.
luara sighed in annoyance, "i don't know, kaila. i love him."
"he's not good for you."
"who the fuck is? 'cause he has his moments."
kaila eyed her friend suspiciously, gesturing to the bottle, "let's finish this and get drunk."
