When I Met You

Part One: C29 Cristino.

"So how do you like it so far?" Ney asked me. We were all seated and it had been about an hour since we got here.

There were presentations and speeches that were given.

Right now dinner was about to be served in 30 minutes. In this time we were allowed to socialize and walk around.

David, Ashley, Oscar and his wife Ludy, Marcelo and his wife Clarisse, Ney, and I were seated at one table along with Marcelo, along with their children.

"Pretty okay. But I still don't see the point of having this. I mean isn't it just a formality?" I asked while raising an eye brow at him. I put my elbow on the table and put my chin on my hand.

He had an amused expression on his face. "Do tell me more."

"Just think about it. You guys are here trying to win the title of world champions for your country. Not a lie that there is intensive rivalry. And not a lie that the officials know this. But having this gala would be an attempt at breaking the ice between you all. Basically in the end, if anything happens in the tournament people can't go blaming the officials for not trying to break the ice. All in all this is just a ploy by the officials to get in the safe zone so they won't get penalized for anything." I finished.

His face clearly continued to show amusement.

"You never fail to amaze me Miss. Scott." He smiled.

"What! I'm serious. Think about it." I defended.

"I never said I didn't believe you, cara." [dear]
He teased.

I frowned and hit his side which made him laugh.

"Talking to you is useless." I rolled my eyes.

"No you love me." He said.

"Sure." I said sarcastically.

That's basically how the night went.

After dinner it was time for dancing and the teams to interact and talk.

I had to go to the bathroom.

"Hey, I'll be right back. I need to go to the bathroom." I said to Ney.

"Okay. I'm right here." He said with a smile.

I smiled back and started to head to the bathroom.

I found it and did my business.

As I was making my way back to where Neymar was I bumped into someone.

"Oh!" I said out of surprise. I was about to fall but a pair of arms stopped me.

As I looked up to see his face my eyes met with his.

"Oh lo siento." [oh sorry] He said. "No te ví. ¿Estás bien?" [I did not see you. Are you okay?]

I cleared my throat and stepped out of his hold. He was pretty tall. Six feet maybe? He looked sharp in his suit but not as good as Neymar.

Did I just say that.....?

"Sorry. I don't know what you are saying. I don't speak your language?" I said in embarrassment.

He smiled. "That's quite alright. I said I am sorry and that I didn't not see you." He grinned. "Although the fault is all mine. How could I not see a beautiful woman like you."

I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm Cristiano. You know, Cristiano Ronaldo" He held out a hand. "You are..?"

"I'm sorry, who?" I asked.

"Cristiano Ronaldo. World's number one footballer. Playing for the best club Real Madrid and the team that is going to win the cup. Portugal." He said with a grin. "You don't know who I am?"