[ seven ]
April and her sisters had been in Brazil for a couple of days now. It was the eleventh of June and the three sisters had tickets to the opening ceremony in Arena Corinthians as well as the football game that would take place after.
Her two sisters had left the hotel together to go shopping. They invited April to come with her, but she had made plans to meet with Nev and Max at the hotel cafe.
Before heading down to wait for them, she thought about the information they had given her a dew days prior. Lucas' real name was Giovani, and that depended on whether or not he was the one talking to her. Ever since she arrived in Brazil, April avoided talking to him. But on this particular day, she got her phone out and wrote him a text message.
'hey, luc ^.^'
'hey april, where've you been? i missed you :*'
'kinda busy, but i missed you too :)'
'luc, can i ask you a question? :$'
'sure :)'
'do you have a middle name? :)'
She hoped he would say his middle name was Giovani and then maybe she could find some relief, but when he replied, a frown formed on her face.
'i don't have a middle name :p why is that important?'
'no reason.'
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She walked into the small cafe and saw the two men were already waiting for her. April instantly recognized them because Max was holding a camera in his hand as always. She approached them nervously and with a small smile. "Hello." She said awkwardly.
"Sit down." Nev gestured to the chair across from them.
April pulled the chair out and sat down. They waited a few seconds before Max finally spoke. "We have more information about this guy."
"So the boy from the pictures, Giovani, he plays for a team in Spain called Villareal. Its not a second division team like he told you, but it is in Spain. Though we haven't been able to communicate with him because he's quite famous in his country. But we sent him a message on his official facebook and we're awaiting a reply, hopefully soon." Nev explained.
At that, April's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "His country? He told me he was Brazilian."
The two shook their heads. "He's only half Brazilian." Nev informed her.
"His dad was a Brazilian soccer player and his mom is a Mexican former sports reporter. He's had a really good football career; winning the world cup for seventeen year old boys in 2005, the regional gold cup tournament in 2009 and 2011, and the summer olympics in London 2012. Apparently he joined the football club FC Barcelona in 2006 and debuted with their senior team in 2007 at age nineteen. And now he plays for Villareal." Max said, giving her the full report on the boy they thought was Lucas dos Santos.
Looking from Max to April, Nev gave a polite smile. "I think this is the guy you're looking for. Everything seems to connect. We read some articles and it is confirmed that he's here in Brazil."
"Yeah," Max nodded, "He was called to represent Mexico."
"Ooh, well I have tickets to the Brazil vs. Mexico game in the second game of the group stage next week." April informed them, her eyes filling up with hope. If it was true that he had been lying to her all this time, she wanted to know why he did it.
