Escape

Fancy Restaurant

As we sat in the car I figured I was still wearing my football practice wear.

"Uhm, Neymar...", I said shyly as I looked at him. He caught a quick glance at me before answering.

"Yeah?", he asked.

"I still have my football clothes on", I said embarrassed.

"So? I do to.", he laughed and I joined him. Lunch in Football practice wear it is.

As we walked in to the restaurant I noticed it wasn't a bad looking restaurant. It looked fancy, 'Neymar', I thought annoyed by the fact that he didn't let me get changed for this wonderful restaurant.

"Neymar, why didn't you tell me we were going to a fancy place?", I whispered in his ear as we walked closely together further into the restaurant.

"I didn't want you to change because of a silly dinner", he whispered/laughed back. I sighed, well if it was so important for him that I didn't change I might aswell enjoy this.

"Alright", I said giggling a bit. I still wasn't sure if this was a great idea.

"A table for two", Neymar said to the beautiful lady standing in front of us wearing the simple uniform that must be the dress code of this restaurant's staff.

The lady 'Ella' according to her name tag simply nodded and showed us to a table in a corner of the restaurant. This part of the restaurant seemed a bit more quiet then where we were standing before.

"Let me get you your menu's ma'am, sir", she said as she simply turned and walked to the door marked with the text 'staff only', I smiled. 'why would Neymar take me to such a fancy restaurant?'

Neymar pulled out my chair before gesturing for me to sit down. I smiled in return as I sat down when he pulled the chair a bit closer to the table. He then walked around the table to his own chair, he sat down himself smiling.

"So...", i smiled at him.

"so...", he replied back also smiling.

"What exactly are we doing here?", I asked him raising an eyebrow.

"Eating ofcourse", he simply stated, he smiled but I could see a little smirk growing on his face.

"Really? I didn't know...", I smirked back, now it was Neymar's turn to rase an eyebrow.

Before our conversation could go any further 'Ella' our waiter came back with the menu's. She smiled at us as she gave us the green menu's with golden letters.

"Let me know when you've decided what to eat.", She said smiling, it didn't look like a fake or practiced smile though, it actually looked like a real smile. This waitor is probably the best waitor I've ever met, I thought as I looked through the menu. To my surprice the menu where in Portuguese. Why is the menu in Portuguese? I can't speak Portuguese, let alone understand it. Portuguese were ofcourse similar to the Spanish laungage, but i Still couldn't make out What the whole menu said. I decided to ask Neymar for help.

"Uhm Neymar", I said a bit embarrassed by the fact that I couldn't read the whole menu.

"Yes Macy?", He smiled at me.

"I uh, can you help me with the menu, i am not a star at Portuguese", I said smiling sheepishly. Neymar smiled as he came over to my side of the round table.

"Ofcourse", he said leaning over my shoulder to get a lock at the menu. I asked him about a fiew of the alternatives and he in return told me what it was. After about 5 minutes I decided on a classic Spaghetti Bolognese, athleast I know that I will like it. Neymar aparently already knew what he was going to have before we even got our menu's. He had been here before...

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A/N: WOHOO ANOTHER BAD CHAPTER

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