— Location : Emirates Stadium — With @eilidhodea
Shockingly enough, he hadn’t seen her at all in the two three months that had passed since their last encounter at the casino. If he’d eventually indulged her behind private doors, Andrés stubbornly had refused to respond to messages as enticing as they might have been and perhaps scheduled training to limit interactions with the women’s team. All those efforts had been bearing their fruit until this instant. He’d come to pick up his bonus, and he knew he should have stuck to his schedule when he’d spotted her turning around the corner.
Mierda. He took a breath and smiled politely (understand in a thin line). “Good job with the round of 16,” of course he’d watch their games. “Crossing fingers for the quarter final draws.”