Falling Deep

A Bit

I was by the fence, chatting with some security guards. One of them spoke English fluently but the other just listened in. They were talking about this one game where they had the chance to meet Cristiano Ronaldo. He even kept the picture of them in his wallet.

"Very good day for me. I will never forget it," he finished.

"Wow that must've been very exciting."

"So what brings you here, Lopez?" He asked.

"I was invited by my friend Javier. Oddly enough, just several hours ago I was Los Angeles." I kicked the grass on the floor on a rhythmic pattern.

"Javier? He's awfully short isn't he?" The mam claimed.

I let out a small laugh, "He's a few inches taller than me." It was true he was smaller than some men but I didn't care. He was a perfect size for me.

There was a strong panting. I looked to the side and smiled.

Javier was back, wiping a towel over his face. I guess the practice was over. Javier shook hands with the security guards before they left.

"Let's go." He said.

I followed him from behind. Being behind, I took the chance to examine him closely. His shoulders were nice and broad. I bet his back looked toned. Then my eyes started to travel down to his butt. Not bad. I instantly blushed when I realized I was checking out his ass. What the hell am I doing?! Why do I feel like the pervert in this situation.

"Nice view back there?" He teased.

I scoffed, moving in font of him, "You wish."

He hailed a cab again to take us back to his hotel. I still didn't know where I would stay because we definitely didn't plan this out. I wish we did. And I wish I would've brought Oraya. She's probably all alone and scared to death.

It was around seven o'clock when the practice finished. I wasn't sure if I was just overreacting but I felt like I was being watched. Not in a bad way but I felt a pair of eyes on me the whole time. I kept on thinking about Giovani's ball 'incident'. This gut feeling told me that I was just thinking too much of it. So I just tried my best to ignore it.

"Are you hungry?" Javier asked me.

I looked at him, "Not really."

"Stop joking, I know you haven't ate since we left the airplane. I know this great Brazilian food place, come on."

His eyes pleaded with me. I nodded in defeat, earning a little fist pump from him. I laughed lightly and glanced the other way. He told the taxi driver where to go. I had to admit his Portuguese was a little off, I take it that Miguel must've made them learn some phrases. He tried his best and I tried my best to hold back my laughter. We eventually arrived at the place Javier was talking about. It was like a little food stand. Javier pulled me out of the cab after paying the driver. He bought something called a Pastéis. He bought four, two for each of us. I held it curiously. Javier was ravenously eating it like it was his first meal in forever. He must've been starving.

"Just eat it before I do." He muttered.

I rolled my eyes and took a bite. Within a matter of seconds my mouth was full of beautiful flavors. Why don't they commonly sell this in L.A?! I swear I just might take some of this when I go to the airport.

Luckily for us, the hotel that Javier was staying at was only a block away. We struggled to stick together by the overcrowded streets but its São Paulo, a big city that has life. We managed to push our way through to the hotel lodge.

I followed him up to his room. I grabbed my backpack but he quickly disrupted me, "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna find a motel." I breathed.

"Maya, don't kid yourself. Your first time in Brazil with no knowledge of the language or city, you really think you're gonna find a motel?" He scoffed.

I pouted and dropped my backpack, "Then where am I going to stay?"

"Here," he said as if it was obvious.

"Oh..." Wasn't this going to be a long night.

A/N: no words because ashamed of myself for not updating.

Sorry...