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luara sat down in the stands of psg's game, wearing one of their shirts, with neymar's name on it. she scrolled through her phone, getting a text notification from kaila.
kaila : are u coming home today
luara : no, i'm at ney's game
kaila : ???
luara : i'll call u later x
she put her phone into her bag when she saw the players lining up on the pitch, crossing her arms over her chest, regretting that she left her jacket in his car. her eyes scanned the line of psg players, and stopped when she spotted the face she was looking for. his eyes were glued to hers, and he gave her a wink, to which she playfully rolled her eyes at, earning a grin in return.
once they'd all got into their positions, the whistle blew, indicating the start of the game. somehow, it also indicated the start of a conversation between luara and a familiar man.
"it's nice to see you again, luara." a hand placed itself on her jean covered thigh, and she cringed, looking beside her at the spanish-speaking voice.
from his deep, wavy brown hair to his plain, tanned skin, she knew who it was.
"why are you here, angelo? i haven't spoken to you in a quite a while." luara spoke back in spanish, flicking his hand off her and facing back forward. the last time she saw him was neymar's birthday, and that wasn't that long ago. she thought she saw the last of him.
"if i'm living in paris, i have to support their team, don't i?" he said it as if it was obvious, shrugging his shoulders, "how come i haven't heard from you?"
she quirked a brow, "why would you?"
"well, i was hoping i'd at least get an apology call, especially since i got kicked out of a party you brought me to just for being there." he said harshly, spitting out a sarcastic laugh and taking a sip of the water he'd brought with him, his focus solely on her, not even the game.
she glanced at him, rolling her eyes and staring at her man on the pitch, watching him play, "is that not some sort of sign that i don't want you?"
"you wanted me before."
she scoffed, "i never even got wet for you, angelo."
he sucked on his teeth, turning his attention back to the game. he didn't respond to her, only scrunching his face up and staring ahead. he knew she was telling the truth, both of them did, but he didn't want to admit that he couldn't get her wet, so he stayed silent.
