How hard can it be to fall in love with a football player when you're afraid of footballs...?
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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...
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»Are you serious?«
»Yes.«
»Really?«
»Yes!«
»Are you sure?«
»I'm positive.«
»Really...?«
»No, I'm just telling you repeatedly for no reason that, yes, I'm positive.«
A scoff. »Be serious about this.«
»I am!«
»I hope you realize you're playing with my emotions here, so if you—«
»Neymar, for the love of God, will you stop already and pass that damn ball to me already?!«
Neymar gave Lorelai a critical look, still keeping the football firmly in place with his right foot, hands stemmed into his hips, head tilted to the side in contemplation. She rolled her eyes at his antics. Not that she could blame him for hesitating — she and footballs didn't exactly go along.
But hey, when your once-again secret boyfriend was one of the best football players in the world, you kind of had to make amends with the round leather one way or another, right?
She'd avoided that stupid issue long enough already.
The two of them were standing in the garden at his place. It was late morning, the sky was blue and the air was fresh and chilly, but the rays of sun shining brightly down on them prickled her skin with a welcome warmth. Spring had hit Barcelona, showing signs of handing reigns over to Summer, the Barcelonian population was celebrating »Diada de Sant Jordi« and Neymar had surprised his once-again secret girlfriend with a red rose in bed (she'd stayed the night).
»I can't believe you know about Sant Jordi,« Lorelai had said and smelled the rose, grinning as she'd watched Neymar unwrap the book he'd gotten from her in return. It was customary in Catalonia — the girls got flowers, the guys got books. He'd only laughed at the title (»›Making a selfie for dummies‹«) and wanted to know if Jane had put her up to this, obviously remembering his birthday presents from Lorelai's best friend.
»You kidding me? That's only, like, the second Valentine's day for people around here!« Neymar had replied. He'd pulled her close for a hug and a kiss. »Of course I know about it.«
»Jane told you about it, didn't she?«
Neymar had given her that indignant look he always had whenever somebody hat hit the bull's eye and he didn't want to admit it. »I don't know what you're talking about! Now hush and keep smelling your rose. Look! So pretty and red!«
Lorelai had only laughed when he'd pushed the bud of the flower under her nose. »You're an idiot!«
»Yeah, I think we've established that a few times over the course of our secret relationship that I'm to be the idiot and you're to be my sexy lady, there to fulfil my not so secret needs! I'm surprised you're still surprised by that!«
