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It was really hard to make Cassie angry.
She's was pretty calm person, she never argued with anyone and when something was annoying her, she kept it for herself.
But when she was really really really angry, she could stay angry for a long time.
Like now, for example.
When she woke up this morning, at almost 11 am--a pretty normal Saturday--, she heard a knock at her door.
The first thing she did was to refuse to open the door because she didn't want to see Neymar at all. Seeing him when she went at his place to say goodbye to his family was enough for her. He didn't seem to care anymore, so why would she?
Too bad you still do.
Then, she remembered that Neymar was not the only one who could come to see her, so she resigned herself to open that door.
And surprise surprise, it was not Neymar. But it was a guy who she didn't know at all with a big bouquet of tulips.
"Uh...you are Cassie, right?" asked the person, looking completely lost.
"Yeah," she said, as lost as him.
"I have to make that delivery for you, then," he said, giving her the flowers.
"For me? You didn't even check my last name. Maybe this is for another Cassie."
"I'm a 100% sure it's for you. I'm not a delivery guy, in case you didn't notice. I'm doing it for free."
"Why would you do that?" she frowned.
"Helping a friend out," he shrugged. "Bye Cassie, I hope I'll see you soon."
And he left like that.
"What the actual fuck," she mumbled, closing the door. She put the tulips in water, trying to find a card or something, but she couldn't.
It's probably the Girl Boss' bouquet that they send at the end of the year. They usually send red roses with a note, but maybe they wanted to try something different that year. Which didn't explain why the delivery guy was not a processional delivery guy, but it was none of her business after all.
That's what she was thinking until she opened her mail box two hours later. And found a chocolate box with no messages whatsoever.
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Cassie sighed. So, it was not Girl Boss. That's why the guy was not a delivery guy.
She suddenly froze and took her phone back.
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Cassie quickly opened her laptop and bit her lip. Google was about to be her best friend.
"Psg players".
Enter.
She looked at their face, focused--she couldn't recognize a player, except for Neymar, obviously--, and stopped when she found what she was looking for. Or actually, who she was looking for. The 'delivery guy' from earlier, aka, according to Google, Layvin Kurzawa.
She shook her head, speechless. 'Helping a friend out', he said. So, Neymar had sent him.
Why the hell would he do that?
Does he really think that flowers and chocolate can fix everything? Because it couldn't. She wanted real and correct apology. And an explanation to why the fuck did he lose his temper like that when everything was right between them.
She was still angry at him and material things were not going to change that fact. At all. It was just making her feel like he had moved on already and was just trying to be nice because they were neighbors after all and that he was supposed to make allegiance for the lie to his family.
He didn't even sign. He really didn't want her to contact him. How was she supposed to know, else wise?
She was being stubborn. But she was allowed to, since he was being a forceur.
If he's waiting for me to contact him, he can wait for a pretty long time because it's not gonna happen anytime soon.
