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April gasped. "I saw him at the stadium."
Giovani nodded, "He was on the field." He pointed out.
"No," She shook her head. "I mean I bumped into him when I was going to find my seat. He saw me, he knew it was me. And he kept quiet."
"Maybe he didn't recognize you." The half-Brazilian suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I doubt that." She bit her lip.
Just then, another young man dressed in the same type of suit Giovani was wearing came jogging up from the opposite corner. When he saw the tanned skinned footballed, he called out in Spanish, "Hey Gio! We've been looking everywhere for you." Tugging on his arm, he added, "Hurry up or they're gonna leave without us." This young man was tall, a couple of inches taller than Giovani, had brown eyes, dark hair and fair colored skin. Like Giovani, April noticed he was very handsome.
Giovani shot her an apologetic look. "I have to go. But I'm glad I was able to help you." When he noticed his team mate looking from him to April, he added, "Ah, April, this is one of my team mates-"
"Isaac Brizuela." He said with a grin, pushing past Giovani to get to her.
"April Estiano." She replied with a forced smile. She was in no mood to do anything, much less meet guys, no matter how handsome they would be.
"They call him the bunny." Giovani added in amusement, his english coming out with a strong Mexican accent.
Isaac crinkled up his nose. "It sounds so ugly in English. They call me el conejito Brizuela." He repeated the nickname in Spanish, and she thought that he was right. It did sound better in his native language.
When it finally sunk in that he spoke English, April's eyebrows raised in amazement, though she was immediately embarrassed by her reaction. Still, the fact that he had just spoken perfectly fluent English to her was interesting to her. Isaac noticed this and smiled at the look on her face. "You're probably wondering why I speak English so fluidly when I'm Mexican." He said.
She nodded slowly. "To be honest...yes." All the while, Nev and Max watched them silently.
"I was actually born in America and I spent time moving back and forth between both countries because my parents wanted me to speak English and Spanish. I finally decided to stay in Mexico when I started my football career." He explained to her. "And when both national teams called me to represent them, I had to go with the one I truly consider my home."
"Well," Giovani interrupted, feeling like he was being cut out of the conversation. "Isaac and I should go before the team bus leaves us. Come on, Brizuela." He grabbed onto his mate and shoved him forward playfully. He followed behind Isaac, but turned one last time towards April. "Let me know how everything with Ney turns out. And call if you need anything. I wouldn't want a beautiful girl like you to be upset."
"Thanks." April shot him a small smile and waved goodbye.
When Giovani was finally gone, Nev nudged her with a grin. "He's a nice guy."
Max agreed. "Maybe you'll get to know each other."
But she shook her head. "I don't think so. After this, I think I'll have a very hard time believing in men."
"So..." Nev began, trying to sound casual. "What do you want to do next? What should we do about our real Lucas?"
"He might still be inside. We can go find him." Max suggested.
