ON HOLD! to the top! | élisa de almeida.

chapter eight.

⏱️ : 7:00pm that day.

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elisa and jia sat on the grass in one of france's famous parks: promenade de paillon. elisa dipped her thumb in the pot of ink jia provided and stamped the contract, putting it in front of jia's face who took it with a bright smile.

"but why do we have to sign the contract here?" elisa asked.

"that's because i've always wanted to come here with my first player," jia replied with a bright smile.

elisa smirked in confusion and tilted her head, "why?"

"mm, well during the world cup, i was walking around and i walked past this park. everyone was here cheering for psg, but i just continued walking around."

"why?"

jia smirked in a mischievous manner, "secret."

the footballer frowned at the latter, "how long have you been an agentt?"

"5 months!"

"you really are a beginner," elisa teased.

"and you're a stupid football player," jia teased in response.

"stupid?"

jia just smiled cheerfully again - her resemblance to a puppy shining through. "even though you seem stupid, you're my precious, first player assigned to me."

elisa smirked once again: "your precious player?" once she realised, she quickly wiped the smirk off her face and pretended to shiver in disgust: "eww i'm getting goose bumps."

jia just glared at the other jokingly before the taller sighed and got up. "anyways," elisa continued: "let's work hard," she said as she put her hand out which the younger was about to take until her phone rang.

"one minute," jia said as she answered and put the phone to her ear, "camila!"

elisa scoffed and pulled her hand away, "this is embarrassing."

"huh? not at all, i'm not busy. i had business to take care of. what are you doing camila?"

elisa's eyebrows furrowed as she watched her agent on the phone call with her enemy, getting impatient waiting for her as she began walkng off.