Somebody to You (Neymar Jr) ✔

#26, So, you're curious?

The match, as it turned out, was a goal-fest. By half-time, the score was five to nil for Barcelona. But that wasn't all that much of a surprise, Neymar clarified.

They had started a casual conversation about the match, in which the football player explained moves of his teammates and combinations happening on the field, while his friends followed the match or had their own conversations, unperturbed by the crash course Lorelai was receiving. Neymar didn't seem to mind all that much that he wasn't out there and playing; instead, he very much enjoyed himself with each passing minute, and even started to randomly joke with her, sometimes because he didn't know the specific word in Spanish while she didn't understand the Portuguese equivalent.

Lorelai was once again amazed with how easy Neymar succeeded in having a good time and helping the people around him have fun as well. By the time the fifth goal was scored, she felt as if that awful incident had never happened and they were back to being the friends they had been on the bus on their way back from València.

Only once he'd made a picture of the field and posted it on Instagram. After that, the phone disappeared into his pocket for the night — a weird sight, since Lorelai knew the Brazilian was pretty much addicted to his device.

During half-time, Lorelai immersed into a discussion about the art project with Rafael and Jô, explaining to them how she got to do that in the first place. Questions about the video came next, followed by enquiries as to what she did in her daily life. After a while, it felt more like »20 questions«, only Lorelai didn't get to ask any in return. She did notice that especially Gil, though not actively participating in the conversation, listened to her answers carefully. Probably saving and categorising each and every sentence she said, weighing the possibilities of how this could effect his best friend. She hadn't figured him to be of the judgmental kind, but as for now he didn't offer any other interpretation. His quietness didn't help her figure him out either.

So, naturally, it came as quite a surprise when Gil asked her a rather direct question.

»Hey, after that cocktail chick,« he said all of a sudden, interrupting Rafael, who'd had started to form another question, »wasn't there a bar fight after that? I thought I read something about some FCB fans in a bar. That was yours, wasn't it?«

Lorelai took a moment to gather her wits as she eyed him befuddled, with a hint of suspicion. Why did he care about that particular topic now? She decided upon smiling and taking it easy, though his gauging look didn't make it so. »Yeah, another customer had stepped in to prevent escalation. Turns out that didn't work.«

»You know, I keep wondering,« Gil continued, »what led up to all this?«

»Gil—« Neymar started.

Gil ignored his friend. »I mean, I guess it's not everyday someone spills a cocktail over you. Did you do something to provoke this?«

Lorelai bit her lip and slowly counted to three in her head. Apparently he wanted things to get awkward. What other objective could he possibly follow here? »Does it matter? There's really no story worth mentioning here. Except that I smelled like coconuts for the rest of the week, no matter how much shower lotion I used.«