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

chapter fourteen.

🗓️ : the next day.

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jia slowly opened her eyes which were adjusting to the bright morning light, in contrast to her dark peaceful sleep.

she groaned and held her head that was pounding, a glass of water and some pills on her bedside table catching her attention - furrowing her eyebrows as she saw a note.

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'make sure you have these, you can't miss my training today. maybe you should start drinking less too.

- elisa.'

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jia squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment as she said to herself, "i drank, that's not a good way to start my morning." the agent then attempted to recall everything from the night before - starting from how she drank so much she couldn't even think straight, then:

flashback:

the two felt heavy rainfall upon them. jia stepped closer and made a hut with her hand above elisa's head in a way of protecting her from the rain - the two maintaining eye contact.

"you can't get drenched by the rain... my player,"
the shorter said.

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the girl's eyes widened as she fell back in her bed, almost crying out of embarrassment. "ah i'm crazy, i'm crazy!"

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jia reached the psg building and sat on the bleachers in the yard where the athletes were training, including elisa. the girl watched as elisa ran to defend the ball or pass to one of her fellow athletes, sometimes she even performed a goal.

the agent took notes of elisa's techniques and strategies in order to be the best support provided for future matches and in order to get to know her player.

that was until she felt someone tap her shoulder, startled as she turned around and saw camila.

"ah camila!" she hugged the attorney, "what are you doing here? oh sorry, i keep forgetting you're the legal attorney."

"you're going to have to get used to it mrs allaire. you look pretty everyday but today, you look extra gorgeous," camila kissed her hand jokingly.

jia gulped nervously and smiled awkwardly as she pulled her hand away a few seconds later, "thank you camila," she nervously fixed her skirt after that as the two sat back down on the bleachers.

"jia?"

"hmm," the agent replied whilst scribbling down notes.

"would you perhaps, wanna come to mine tonight?"

jia gulped as her head whipped towards her direction: "huh? for what?"

"just... to you know, catch up. my pools practically there for nothing otherwise."

the younger pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded her head.

meanwhile, elisa, who was taking a water break, just glared at the two, anger flaring up when she saw camila kiss her agent's hand. it's not that she liked jia or something but, this is at least one thing that is hers - why cant camila keep her nose out of it this time.

elisa didn't have time to think of this anymore though, she was off to her second match today, focusing all on that.

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🗓️ : later that evening.

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elisa sat in the coach, messaging jia:

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elisa
i'm on my way to the match

i made the final lineup of the team

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the footballer sighed when she got no reply and just dug her phone back into her pocket, looking out the window.

meanwhile, jia giggled as she dug camila's head into the pool with an evil look on her face, not hearing the sound of her phone buzz.

the attorney held her breath and gasped when she came back up - coming face to face with a giddy jia.

"jia?"

"hmm," the agent hummed in response as she played with the water.

"will you be my girlfriend?" camila asked.

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