After going through a few things with Luca, he went out to have lunch, while I went to search for the coach.

On my way to his office, I bumped into Kylian who walked past me like I was invisible. Stopping in my tracks, I turned around to go after him.

'Hey, hold up.' I said and he stopped, not turning around, so I decided to step in front of him and face him. 'Are you okay?'

'Don't I look okay?' he said with a blank expression on his face.

'I..' I started, not sure how to approach this conversation. 'No, you don't.'

'Well I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me.' he said trying to walk away but I blocked his way.

'Come on, what happened?'

'I don't have time for this.' he said and bumped into me, walking away.

Asshole.

The coach wasn't in his office, so I decided to go outside to the pitch as it was empty and I wanted to enjoy my own company.

After I decided to sit down in the stands, I closed my eyes and dropped my head back, letting out a sigh.

'Am I interrupting?'

Without the need to open my eyes to see who it is, a smile grew on my face.

'No, Ney.' I said and turned my head around to face him.

'So, can I join you?'

'Of course, sit.' I said while patting the seat next to me.

'Did you manage to pick someone?'

'Yeah, I picked Luca.'

'Good pick. Luca's a great guy. You two are probably going to get along well.' he said smiling.

'That's what I thought too.'

'So why did you pick him?' he said wiggling his eyebrows at me, assuming is probably because of his good looks.

'Oh, God.' I said laughing. 'It wasn't because of that!'

'What? Come on. He is a good looking guy.' he said laughing.

'Yeah, he's not too bad on the eyes but that's not why I picked him.'

'So why did you?'

'Because earlier on I pitched this idea to the coach, and during his presentation, he pitched a similar idea to me. It was like our brains were connected.'

'Well, I think you made a good choice.'

'Thank you.' I said looking at him.

I knew Neymar Jr was a good looking guy. But being so close to him, and being able to see every detail, all I have to say is that God really took his time creating him. His eyes were the perfect mixture between green and brown and every time he'll smile you can see a sparkle in them. His teeth were pearly white and straight, beautifully contoured by his peachy lips. I don't think this man had one flaw. He was... breathtaking.

'You're staring.' he said quietly, chuckling.

'What?' I asked confused. 'No, no, no, I wasn't.' I said while shaking my head embarrassed and looking away.

In fact, I was staring.

'You were.'

'I really wasn't.' my cheeks were slowly turning red.

'I mean, you can stare.' he said coming closer to me. 'As long as you let me stare back.' he added quietly.

'Oh, shut up.' I said laughing and playfully pushing him away, making him laugh too.

Our attention was caught by someone coming onto the pitch and staring at us. Saying nothing, Kylian carried on walking, putting his bag down and started doing some laps.

'What's up with him?' I asked confused.

'I don't know.' he said shrugging his shoulders.

'That's impossible. You two are pretty close. There's no way he didn't tell you.'

'Maybe he's having a bad day.' he said while exchanging looks with Kylian, making me question whether he was telling the truth or not.

'I'm going to head home, I've got a long day tomorrow.'

'I can drop you off. I need to speak to Pierre anyways.'

'Oh no, it's okay. I'll just get a taxi.'

'Don't be crazy. I'll drop you off.'

As we were leaving the pitch, I stole one last glance at Kylian who was already looking. I quickly turned my head around and followed Neymar.

The entire drive we danced and sang and chatted. For some odd reason, being around Neymar was very easy.

When we reached our destination, we both got out the car, Neymar walking towards Pierre's cafe while I walked in the opposite direction, not before saying our goodbyes.

While I was walking away, I quickly turned around and rushed after Neymar.

'Did you forget something?' he asked confused, stopping.

'No. I was, erm... wondering if you have anything to do after.'

'No, why?'

'Do you, maybe, want to come up? Watch a movie or something?'

'Yeah, sure.' he said with a smile on his face.

'Great. Let's go see Pierre.' I said taking a step in front of him.

He grabbed me and pulled me back. 'About Pierre...'

'Yeah...?' I said with a confused expression.

'I lied.' he said quietly.

'What?' I asked laughing.

'I don't need to see Pierre. I just needed an excuse to drop you off.' he said shaking his head and laughing.

'Oh my God! You gotta be kidding me!' I said chuckling. 'Let's go.'

I walked in first, Neymar following closely behind me.

'Your place is really nice.'

'Thank you.' I said proudly.

'I love it.' he said looking around.

I told him to get comfortable while I go take a shower and change. After a little while, I stepped back into the living room, to see Neymar on the couch, browsing through a few movies.

'So what should we watch?'

'Whatever.' I said grabbing some popcorn from the kitchen. 'A horror? These are for nighttime.' I said taking a seat next to him on the couch.

'Horror's are for anytime.' he said with a devilish smile on his face.

During the movie, Neymar kept on stealing from my popcorn.

'Coach would kill you if he saw you eating those.'

'Well, Coach isn't here.' he said winking.