the sun always rises || dybala

09: didn't you love anything?

giovedi 13:08

"Beep, beep." Paulo knocked on the door, one hand holding a tub of cookies and cream ice cream and two spoons and the other hand on the doorknob, opening it to find Charlene sitting at her desk. "Hi, Charlene. How are you?"

She smiled brightly at the Argentine, pulling her laptop in between them as he sat in the chair next to her and placed the tub on the desk. "How did you...?"

"I ran to the supermarket and back," he said nonchalantly. How did you think Paulo got all the food for Charlene? "You eat yet?"

"Uh, yea—no." Her expression faltered a bit. She didn't want to lie to him. Again. "I didn't eat today. But I drank a lot of water!"

"Just water won't do anything good. I brought us ice cream for the both of us to share!" Paulo beamed as he popped open the tub and handed her a spoon. "What are you watching?"

"I'm doing work, Paulo."

He raised an eyebrow. Usually, Charlene would be far done of finishing her work, whatever it may be—correcting homework, translating a couple of articles for the Juventus English website, or just tweeting for the Juventus English Twitter account, so this was new for him. "Is it hard? Doing the your work?"

"It's usually very easy, I just translate the stuff. Sometimes I use Google Translate, but it's easy." Of course it was easy for Charlene. She took four years of English during secondary school, majored in English at Oxford, and she's dang English tutor, so of course she'd be really good at her work.

Meanwhile, Paulo has no idea what kind of work she actually does.

He always thinks it's really difficult, assuming since she went to Oxford, but she usually does it so effortlessly. He's seen her complete piles of work in record minutes and have hours of free time afterwards. If there was another thing to be jealous of Charlene, it would be this.

"Can I help?" he asked, giving her the eyes.

But she only looked at him with skepticism. "Paulo, I tutor you."

He sat in silence for a second, unsure of what to say. Paulo's never come in while Charlene's doing actual work. Usually, she's just watching a Marvel movie to lift up her spirits (Paulo would just like to announce that because of her, he's seen three Marvel movies now), so he just joins her with the food he brings.

They always have a nice time whenever he visits. No stupid English worksheets to worry about, no stress on Charlene's back, just the two of them together.

"...Does that mean no?"

Charlene sighed and stopped typing on her laptop. "You know, you don't have to keep coming here all the time. If you want to do something else, you can and not be stuck here with me until four."

"No, no, no, no! I like being here with you!" He really does! "I just...I'll find something to do, okay?" He fished his cell phone out of the pocket of his jeans, soon becoming pre-occupied with the screen and its entertainment.

Letting her go back to work, Charlene never really knew why Paulo just likes coming over to visit her on days he didn't have tutoring. She used to think he didn't like her when they first met—he was having an incredibly hard time learning a new language, and she was near her breaking point everyday. Of course she was grateful to have met him and have him in her life, but she never thought that she was good enough for him.

Not when it's Paulo Dybala.

The man makes her wonder every single time he comes over—do I like him or is he just nice?