The Ultimate Team

Chapter 3 - He's Not So Bad...

Pic of House to side :D And by the way, I will recall some of the players from the 2014 World Cup who are not part of Dunga's Era (that's what I call it), such as Marcelo and Cesar because I love them <3 I'll be bringing back Thiago Silva too!! :D Time for the Tasnia Era...mwahaha!

The room - as you probably can guess - is huge. By now, I'm not surprised; everything in this place is extra large. I wonder if their pizza is too...

At the back is the doors leading to the veranda, the tube elevator in the right corner. To the right is a railing overlooking the living room downstairs. A foosball table is next to the railing. The back left corner is occupied by a small kitchen and a dining table. Lounge chairs, sofas, and anything comfy that you can sit on is all around the room. A variety of games are in here; table tennis to the left, a tv with multiple gaming consoles hooked up to the screen, soccer practice related games, and basically a guy's dream come true.

I step into the room quieter than a mouse, but even so, everyone in the room stopped and stared at me, some with looks of horror. I check myself to see if anything is wrong, then realize I forgot to wear pants...

I shake my head, ridding the ridiculous scenario. Only guys forget to wear their pants, right? I look down just in case, and sigh. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see my pink sweatpants more than I am now.

The boys are still oblivious to my presence. They are all gathered around the table tennis table, cheering on Marcelo and Robinho as they continuously hit the little plastic ball back and forth. David Luiz breaks away from the crowd to head to the kitchen, and that's when he makes direct eye contact with me.

Suddenly, I feel like I'm melting, and I cower. I want to hide. I don't want to be social! This was a bad decision, this was a really really bad decision...

"Ola, may I help you," he says in decent English. I guess my "I'm Canadian, Eh?" sweatpants gave my identity away.

"Um...hi..." I say quietly, then internally slap myself for standing there like an idiot. I jut my hand out for a hand shake, but it looks more like I am a malfunctioning robot. "I, uh, I'm Ezmerelda."

He glances down at my hand, then smiles, shaking it. "Hello Ezmerelda, I am -"

"David Luiz. Such a pleasure to meet you in real life," I say. Wait, did that come off as creepy? I shouldn't have added the 'in real life part'. No, I shouldn't have finished his name for him. He knows his own name. Wait, what's my name?

David laughs. "Pleasure to meet you Ezmerelda. So what brings you here?"

"Um...I am your new strategist," I say quietly, then speed up with an unnecessary explanation. "I flew here today from Canada but really I flew from USA because I had a stop there and Gilmar picked me up from the airport earlier today and suggested I meet you guys here later today which happens to be now so here I am meeting you and yeah."

I huff. Great, Ez, he didn't ask for your life story.

David finds this amusing and laughs. It's not mean, but light, which makes me join in as well. Except my laugh is a nervous one.

"Great! I can help you with that. Want to meet the other boys?"

I nod eagerly like a small child who just got offered a tour around the Willy Wonka factory. David leads me towards the large group of boys.

"Guys, we have a new member!" David announces.

"Did Dunga switch us again? I think you're going to be taken out Julius. You're too old," Marcelo jokes.

"I'm not old!" Julius Cesar protests, then turns to David. "Who is it?"

"Not a new player," David looks at Marcelo, "it's our new strategist."