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by Sammmaarrraaa

by Sammmaarrraaa

" What's at the Parc that you need now?" I ask Kylian.

" Rien." He shrugs his shoulders.

Ok then.

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Neymar shook my hand, "Prazer em conhecê-lo."

I don't speak Portuguese.

" Nice meeting you?" He scrunches up his face and turns his head to the side. " I need work on English, too."

Glad to see I wasn't the only one.

" Au revoir," I tell everyone who was still there training.

I heard at least five different languages reply.

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Kylian unlocked his door and I laid my suitcases beside it. He was letting me stay at his place because my place in Monaco was too far away. He didn't want me to stay in a hotel - even though I said I would.

" My place, your place. Nous sommes amis." He tells me.

I smile at him, "Thanks."

" I have room for you upstairs si tu veux."

I grab my suitcases and trudge upstairs. There was only one extra room upstairs, so I figured that the partially empty one was the one I was to stay in. I lift the cases up and lay them on the bed. As I begin to take things out and put them up, I hear Kylian running up the stairs.

" Alors tu viens?"

I glance out of the door and see that he was on the phone.

" Au revoir, Liliana," I hear him say.

I was curious, " Who was that?"

" Liliana."

" Who's that?"

" A girl."

" Oh."

" No," he laughs, " Anyone but her."