Maia wanted to find the boy to be with.
And that Christmas she found Leny.
Both her cousin and best friend were right, she did not kiss her grandma at New Year's Eve.
The match finally ends for the great relief of Maia. Her team really was lame and she was most part of the blame. She sits on the grass, tired and Lenny, willing to know she's alright comes to join her.
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PDV MAIA
' What a game hein ? ' he says to me. My eyes light up at his view, he's so damn gorgeous.
' Couldn't agree more ' I nod back.
' I saw you had difficulty avoiding the ball from banging your head during the play ' he continues smiling.
' Hahaha funny, you know you try to make me ridiculous here but the ball mostly was on the ground since it was football ' I reply smiling as well.
' Good point, but you were still pretty damn pitiful on that field. Did you like agree to play on your own will ? ' he asks me, half-serious, half-amused.
' I decided to take my shot. You got to know dirt before ending successful ' I retort full of confidence even though I tend to lack of it right now, in front such a handsome and talented man.
' Quite an admirable way of thinking ' he says, impressed.
' I know ' I reply simply, but internally proud to receive those words from him.
' So, what are you to Esteban ? ' he asks me, curious.
' One of his many cousins, you ? ' I answer.
' How come I never heard of you ? ' he says.
' I'm living far from here, like in Nice, so I don't get to see him often ' I inform him.
' Such a shame, you are really nice to spend time with ' he points out.
' And I appreciate the compliment ' I say back, offering him a genuine smile.
We stay a moment seated on the grass, watching the navy blue sky and the shinning stars. Unfortunately, temperature is decreasing fast and I start shivering.
' Hey mama bear, try not to die of hypothermia here. Come, we'll play football it'll warm you up ' he offers.
Such a shame, I really thought he was gonna give me his sweater.
He chuckles.
' You know I heard that ? ' he mocks me. ' I'm way too cold to lend it to you and let my gallantry skills pass beyond my instinct of self preservation ' he says, matter-of-factly.
' Pfff, you men are all the same ' I state.
' I could say the same about you, women ' he says.
' Such a typical answer ' I mutter before rushing in the hall.
Or at least I attempted it before a very someone decided to carry me on his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
' Like I said, women are all the same, so easily offended ' he sighs.
