Helping out her best friend by playing the lead in that music video project for university had seemed like an easy enough feat for art student Lorelai García. Only, it wasn't. Especially since not only Lorelai, but the whole first team of the FC Bar...
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They went out for pizza of course. A couple of streets away from the huge mass of people celebrating the Holy King's parade they found a nice Italian restaurant. »Fontana di Trevi« it was called, just like the famous fountain in Rome. They'd gotten a nice, quiet table in the back, thanks to Neymar having been recognised by one of the staff. The table looked like a stereotypical Italian restaurant's table. Or, in Luna's head, just like the one from the Disney movie »Lady and the Tramp«: a red and white plaid tablecloth with a candle in a green glass bottle on one side and grissini sticks in a woven basket right next to it. The differences were obvious of course — the table was not in the backstreet outside, for one. Oh, and humans instead of dogs were eating. Pizza, not spaghetti. But Luna couldn't help but make a comment about how Lorelai and Neymar should have shared the dish.
They were enjoying desserts, profiteroles for Luna and Neymar, and tiramisu for herself and Lilia. Laurín, once again, forwent dessert in favour of calories, despite Neymar's kind protests telling her there was absolutely no need whatsoever. Which led to a conversation about what to eat and what not to eat.
»But eggs and dairy products are no problem at all,« Neymar said as he watched Lorelai devour her dessert with gusto. Initially he'd been surprised by the fact that she was a vegetarian, but said surprise had quickly turned into genuine interest in what her daily diet usually consisted of.
»Nah, I'm fine with those,« Lorelai responded, smiling at him.
»It's the production industry that's the problem,« Laurín added to the conversation. »Mass production and no care for the animals whatsoever. I think about turning veggie myself these days.«
Lorelai gave her sister a disbelieving yet amused look. »Are you now?« The girl was a meat-eating-machine, steak being her favourite dish! Someone was trying to impress someone here.
Laurín just shrugged noncommittally, apparently embarrassed that Lorelai had seen through her, and turned her attention back to her phone once again. Lilia was helping Luna chop up the profiteroles for the girl to eat, the e-book reader blessedly packed away for the whole of dinner. Surprisingly, talking to Neymar had apparently been more interesting so far. It helped that he showed genuine interest, not only in Lorelai's diet, but in what the girls had to say about whatever went on in their minds at the moment. He'd gotten major points for listening to Lilia gushing about the book she was reading right now. It was one part of the Harry Potter series, but Lorelai wasn't sure which one.
So Lilia was successfully won over. Luna he'd already gotten on his side at the café. And Laurín, well, he'd promised to introduce her to Marc Bartra one of these days, so that definitely marked a win for the football player in the teenager's book. If only it were that easy for him to win over her parents now.
Wait. Where had that thought come from and why did it matter?
»You know, now you make me want to know where Marcela gets our meat from,« Neymar said, continuing the conversation. He seemed sincere when he said that, finishing his profiteroles (bless him for giving Luna one of his since the girl absolutely loved those things) with one last bite. It made Lorelai smile behind the glass of soda she'd put to her lips to drink from.
