Neymar's schedule consisted heavily of football. Football was his love but he couldn't keep his head on straight. Maybe I should just forget about her He thought. Much to his dismay he immediately pushed the thought away. What a crazy man I am. I can't stop thinking about a girl I've had one night with. This was extremely outside of his character. He couldn't remember that last time he had to convince a girl to go out with him, he was famous, after all.
Being his last day before training, Neymar decided he would go to the restaurant one last time. He knew it would be a long season ahead before he had time to just sit and enjoy some alone time. Even if he didn't see the girl, at least he would have some time to himself.
“Alright, now or never.” He said looking through his clothes. He loved dressing up for no reason, but for now it felt right to go casual. He grabbed for now jeans and an old Santos shirt. He went down the hall and made his way to the lobby of his complex. He walked out of the building and got into his car.
While parking his car, Neymar was thankful that is was a Sunday morning and that many of the paparazzi were either sleeping or taking a rest day. He made his was through the back entrance with ease.
“Hola, hermano Neymar!” Called out Manuel, head of the Kitchen staff. Manuel was a large man, standing at a little over 6 feet tall and as round like Santa. He wiped his hands on his apron and asked “how are you today, amigo?”
“I'm great! I'm coming in for a bit of a last meal before La Liga begins. This place has treated me well on my off time. I'll miss it during season.” Neymar answered. Manuel reminded Neymar of Brasil, in a way. He was so open and friendly and would do anything for anyone.
“Que bien! Well I think your table is open. Do you want the usual?”
“Fantastic. Yes, milk and toast will be perfect. Obrigado.” He said, and went out of the kitchen. His normal table was a small booth near the kitchen. It was far enough away that he was out of the public eye. It was one his favorite things about the restaurant. He had so much privacy here, even if he was in danger of being spotted, he could pop into the kitchen no problem and wait it out.
“Toast and milk, señor.” Manuel placed the plate on the table, he almost never brought food out to people directly, but since Neymar's booth so was close he usually served him personally.
“Perfect, thanks again, Manuel.” Neymar smiled and then eagerly spread a small amount of butter on his toast. He took his first bite. He loved the toast here, it wasn't too sweet or too bland. It was perfect. A lot of bread based objects were too sweet for him here in Barcelona. In Brasil he wasn't used to food with so much flavor for breakfast.
“That seems like a pretty skimpy breakfast to me, football star.” Said the girl, as she sat down across from him at the booth. “Hope you don't mind” she said “I'm on a break and this is usually where I spend my fifteen's.” She untied her apron and put it on the table. Neymar was shocked. He barely had to do anything this time, she came right to him. He started to feel pretty good, he confirmed to himself he was the Neymar he thought he was: the Neymar that was great with women.
“What happened to you the other night?” He said setting down his glass. “You didn't even give me the chance for a second date.” He smirked and took another drink of milk.
“I had an—let's call it a previous engagement, and you know me football star, I never skip out on activities.”
“Well, better late than never” he winked “which bring me back to a second date. Tonight is my last free night before the season starts, it's your last chance to accompany me for a long time, menina. I mean, I know they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but wouldn't you rather see me while you have the chance?” He smiled. He had her, he knew he had her.
“Mr. Neymar, as flattering as it is you want to spend your free day with a normal civilian like myself. I'm afraid I will have to decline.”
He was shocked. “Decline? Why?”
“To begin, I have to work until nine tonight. Full day. No time for dates.”
“And to end?” He asked.
“To end, I'm not ready for the spotlight, footballer. I live a quiet life, and how would I ever continue that if I was seen in public with a celebrity.”
“I see...” He lingered “Well, to begin, your night shift has no meaning to me. I can pick you up from here. And to end I know I can think of a great place where we can be alone.” He ran his finger around the rim of his glass. “How about this? Let me take you out tonight, and if you don't have a good time and never want to see me again, I'll leave you alone. And when you have a great time and can't get enough of me, I'll take you to a league game.”
She stared at him. “Why aren't you charming, football star?” She laughed sarcastically. “How about I spend a nice quiet night alone, as I planned. Then you can rest up before your big season begins.”
Neymar raised an eyebrow, he was so sure he had her. He sighed, “okay, okay, point taken. Listen, I've been with a good amount of women in my life--”
“Charming and humble” she interrupted.
He grabbed for her hand “--and I've never had such a great time, with anyone, ever. You are the most intriguing and beautiful girl I've met. Please come out with me tonight.”
She retracted her hand and stood up. “Now that is how you ask a girl out, Mr. Neymar.” She said tying her apron back on. “My break is just about over” she turned and began to walk away. Suddenly she stopped in her place, and continued to stand in place for a few seconds. Finally she turned back to him and smiled. “Be here at nine.” She said and continued back to the kitchen.
“That girl is always walking away from me” Neymar laughed.
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