As he waits for his food Neymar takes note of his surroundings. The tables are beginning to fill up. There are several outside tables encircling the pool under the shade of the structural building. At the tables were arrays of couples. There is a young couple holding hands and gazing at each other with heart eyes. There’s an elderly married couple enjoying the warmth of the outsides just chatting. There is a family of four, a mother, a father and the two boys, laughing their troubles away. Neymar looks away, it was all too domestic.
The table in front of him is occupied by a sole person. The person has the menu raised covering their face. A waitress, Ana, Neymar believes is her name, appears at the person's table. The person seems to give
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Neymar furtively wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. "Yeah, hey, long time no see." Neymar acknowledges.
"I thought it was you. You look different with your glasses." James observes smiling down at Neymar.
Neymar is planning on all the possible ways to kill himself because the earth is not on his side. The sun's light is hitting James at an angle that highlights his features. His eyes were brighter, a light Hazel color. His smile literally glowed it was ridiculous. A real life Adonis stood there. Neymar hated him so much.
"Is anyone sitting here?" James gestures towards the empty seat at Neymar's table. Neymar wanted to say yes but he is sure to get a sad puppy eye look.
"No," Neymar answers. James of course takes that as his indication to sit down.
"How are you? Did you get home safely that night?" James asks worriedly staring down Neymar's face as if studying every detail.
Neymar squirms in his seat uneasy with the attention. "Um yeah I'm fine. I'm sorry you had to see me in that state. I'm not some pathetic drunk. I was just celebrating."
"Oh no I understand completely. I mean I had my fair share of drunken nights, who am I to judge?" James chuckles drily. Neymar finds it hard to picture a drunken James. He seems too pure for this world to commit such tasteless acts. "What were you
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I'm just some drunken dude, you don't even know." Neymar mentions. He takes a sip of his coffee, it's strong, bitter, the way he likes it. "I honestly can't believe you're talking to me now."
"I asked you that night because I wanted to hear your suggestion. There's no harm in actually checking out the place." James shrugs, taking a bite of his cheese bread. "Call me naïve, but I love talking to new people." James throws Neymar a shy smile. Neymar smiles too hiding his nervousness. He nibbles on his cheese bread.
There's a short silence as the two eat. Neymar brings back conversation. "So who do you think is going to win the World Cup?"
"Colombia." James blurts out. Neymar raises a questioning eyebrow. "Did I say it that too fast?" James laughs hiding his flustered face.
Neymar chortles. James' cheeks are a pink tint. His hands are covering his face, but Neymar could still see the color rising from his neck upward. "Let me take a wild guess and say you're Colombian."
"What gave it away?" James peers through a space between his fingers.
"Hmm I don't know." Neymar teases. "Maybe by how you take your
“Of course I have, we had a few classes together, I never fully got to know him but I wish that I had,” James replied innocently.
“No way Juls that’s awesome if you, if you meet Lebron can you introduce him to me?” Marcus said with a smile from ear to ear.
“My drinking is fine. Only reason I drink is because of my Mother. Ironic, is it not? Besides, I have talked enough about the damage that bitch has done to my life in our previous meetings; maybe you should pick on someone new. Like this guy,” Kyra responded, pointing to the tall and limber fellow sitting next to her.
Carisi places his drink down, "You do? Hope it didn't involve having your face go through a plate glass window during school." His voice dripped with bitterness. The incident still hurt him.
"I have only been in Sao Paulo for surfing so, it's kind of a blur to me, but I remember that I liked it. Nice beach, good food, amazing people, what's there not to like? I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself" Sandro walked up to Rumer and smiled. "You got something there," he said as he pointed to his own cheek. Gently cupping one hand
The husky timbre of his voice carried across the void it occupied, silent to the ears of his human counterparts. "You haven't changed since last I saw you."
“No, I’m serious.” He sat up looking slightly less inebriated. “Come lay down with me, you said you’d take care of me. You wouldn’t want me to be lonely, would you?” He smiled goofily as you dropped your head, sighing in defeat.
“Alright, you want to do something after this?” Yoongi takes his napkin and wipes his mouth. “We’ll do something.” He takes a long drink of his coffee.
“I’m __________. What’s yours?” You said. He seemed friendly enough, and Rocket had mention the Nova Corps a few times, usually in a semi-good light.
“Where have you been?” Francois asked looking into the bottom of an empty bottle of whiskey, a small frown on his mouth.
"Have you been here before?" I asked. I turn to face him, but his eyes are distant. He is
“I’m the guy that wears a brown cap, blue sports jacket that jogs through here. I noticed that you always visit here so I thought we’ll have a talk about something tomorrow.”
“She’s very, very intoxicated,” Maxen whispered in return. “I didn’t see her drink all that much, though. I’m concerned.”
“Well in my opinion, Barcelona is pushing with intense force as Madrid plays an outstanding Defense.”
Neymar's gaze unconsciously falls to James' lips. Their full and plump for a male. Their nice to look at. "So I'm assuming you’re a native born Brazilian?" James brings back the conversation either ignoring Neymar's forward stare or not noticing. Either way Neymar is too gone to care.