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When Cassie opened her door at 5 PM, she was hella proud. She was home early, which means that she had plenty of time to rest until going to bed. Yes, that's how tired she secretly was. She put on some shorts and a tee-shirt and turned the TV on when she heard a knock on the door. Contrary to the day before, she knew it was him.
"Hey," he smiled when she opened the door.
"Hey," she smiled back, letting him in.
"Do you want me to come back later?" he asked, and she shook her head.
"Nope," she answered with a smile, because just like the day before, he was worried to be a burden even though they had agreed on meeting today to talk about their...arrangement, let's say.
"Do you want something to eat? To drink?"
"Um, just water," he said, not because he was thirsty, but because it felt wrong to decline the offer a second time.
Yes, he was thinking too deep into it. She nodded and offered him to sit on the couch. She came back a minute later with two glasses of water. She smiled and sat down just like she did the day before. She didn't know how to feel about that whole thing, but he was even more nervous than her, which kind of made her feel better. They were both on the same boat.
"So...what should we talk about?" she asked, and he nodded.
"Well, first, I wanted to thank you again for accepting to do that. I'm really sorry for what I did."
"What did you do?" she frowned.
"I lied to them and I included you in my lie even though I had no rights to," he summed up.
"Oh, yeah. It's kind of flattering, you know, I mean, you tell them that I was cute," she smiled, and he laughed.
"I tell my sister that you were cute," he corrected. It didn't make that much of a difference, but he was feeling ashamed enough.
"Of course, sorry," she smirked, and he put his hands on his face.
"Stop exposing me! We have serious matters to talk about. We're supposed to be dating each other, meaning that we're supposed to know each other."
"Mmhm, how long have we been together, by the way?"
"Uh..." Neymar frowned. "That's actually a very good question."
"Oh my God, don't tell me that you don't remember when you said that to your sister," she deadpanned.
"I said that you were cute like...two months ago. Approximately. I probably said that we were dating a month and half ago."
"So...mid-October?" she asked, not sure.
"Wait, I may have said it by text," he said and started to focus on his phone.
"You still have the messages that you sent in October?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. I read them sometimes when I'm bored."
"Oh, okay," she said with a smile, clearly judging him because he didn't look like the kind of person to do that.
"Aaand...October, 22nd. I told her that we were dating on October 22nd. So we can pretend that it started, like, on the 20th."
"Fine, October, 20th," she nodded. "Is the cute blond boy your son?"
"Davi Lucca. I said to my family that I wanted to wait a little before introducing him to you so they won't think that it's weird that he's here a lot without knowing you."
"Smart," she had to admit. He was pretending to date her for more than a month now, so obviously, he was pretty good at it. "So, what do you do for a living?" she continued, and Neymar frowned.
"I though you knew."
"Should I? I mean I don't—"
"No, no, I mean, it's not common knowledge or anything. It's just that...nevermind. I am a football player."
"Are you?" she asked, surprised. "Do you play for Paris St Germain?"
"I do. And the Brazil NT."
She wasn't fond of football. She watched a game or two during the last World Cup, but she didn't even remember which teams were playing. And even though she was living in Paris, she didn't know any of their players. At all.
"The lie is just for your family, right?" she suddenly panicked. It was awful enough to lie to them, she couldn't lie to the whole surface of the planet. She wanted to be known for her articles, not for "dating" a football player.
"Oh, yeah, of course, I should have told you that form the beginning. My parents, my sister and my brother are the only one in the confidence for now on. Then, Davi will know, which means that his mother will know as well because. He can't keep things like that secret, and Carol and I agreed to share that kind of things with each other because it concerns directly our son."
"Carol is Davi's mother," she tried to organize what Neymar had just said, and he nodded.
"Yep. You will meet her eventually. Don't worry, she's not the crazy ex-girlfriend that we can see in films."
She smiled.
"Alright, enough about me. I'm supposed to know things about you since you're my girlfriend now. Who are you, Cassie?"
"I am a journalist for the online magazine Girl Boss. I send all of my time writing articles, like, really. When I don't, I'm either with my friends or sleeping. My life is quite bored compared to yours, Mr-I-am-secretly-a-football-player."
"It wasn't a secret! Not to be cocky or anything, but talked so much about my transfer this summer that I thought you knew."
"See that tv?" she pointed at the screen. "I only turn it on when I feel alone so there's noise in the apartment."
He shrugged.
"It's okay, it doesn't matter really. But yeah, please, could you not mention me in your articles?"
"I won't," she laughed. "So, genealogical tree. How are your parents named?"
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