Somebody to You (Neymar Jr) ✔

#33, »Loreney«

»So to sum it up,« Miguel said. »You fight, you break up, you spend the night, you fight again and then you make out in a storage room?«

Lorelai rolled her eyes. »You can't break up when you're not together.«

»But you're together now?«

She had to think about this for a moment. »I don't know,« she said, biting her lip.

»I say they are,« Laurín threw in.

Lorelai and her sisters were at »Marina's« — true to her word, she'd taken her siblings to the Holy Kings' parade today. It was pretty convenient that the route of the parade practically went through the café — this way, whenever one of the girls wanted to take a look again, all Lorelai had to do was step outside with her. The girls though, as expected by Lorelai, had quickly lost their interest in the massive event: too many people, too little to see through the crowds. So they enjoyed the parade in the confines of the café instead, where a small TV screen behind the counter showed the broadcasting of the event; as if the noise clearly audible from outside wasn't enough.

Laurín sat at the table that was usually reserved for Mr Martínez, but it was the only place available for them — the café was packed. They were warming up here, each one with their own hot chocolate in front of them. The place was crowded, the parade having attracted many people to the city centre, which conveniently meant lots of customers for Silvio and Marina. The café's owners were busy servicing said customers at the moment, which left time for Lorelai to shortly fill her co-worker and friend Miguel in on all that was going on in her love life as of late. Meanwhile, kind old Mr Martínez didn't mind sharing his designated place in the least. He sat on his usual chair and watched the children with warm eyes and a soft smile whenever he looked up from his magazines. Like a grandparent watching their grandchildren play.

»Dad's going to freak,« the teenager added with a smirk, before Lorelai could say anything. She watched as Luna, who sat on Laurín's lap, happily slurped away on her drink, her blonde bunches bouncing this way and that, depending on the direction the girl bobbed her head along the parade's music. Lilia had her nose stuck in the latest generation of e-book readers (one of those Kindle things from Amazon), her hot chocolate almost untouched — must be a very thrilling book for her to almost ignore her favourite hot beverage.

Lorelai gave her eldest sister a stern look. »Which is why he's not going to find out about this.«

After their fight at Christmas, Lorelai still hadn't bothered to reconcile with her father and his antique ways of thinking. As if it was going to be her fault if he ever failed to succeed in getting into politics! As if people cared about the fact that his daughter was seeing a football player! Besides, nobody cared enough about her to do the research needed to link herself to her father's law firm anyhow, and also, they were too interested in the Neymar side of things to care about her.

»Whatever ›this‹ is,« Miguel said with a smirk on his face. He returned to the task of preparing coffees for some customers. Lorelai followed him to the counter, leaning against it as he busied himself with the coffee machine. »So, what are you going to do now?«