luana
It was always like this: after class, she would send a message — "I'm ready, all that's missing is you". He didn't even need to ask what it was, he already knew. She got there with the ball under her arm, cap turned backwards and that way of someone who already knew her like no one else. She was there, in the mirror, with the Flamengo uniform, her hair still wet, laughing to herself. — "Are you going to take a picture or are you going to play?" He asked, leaning against the wall. — "Today it's just a photo, I'm in style, right?" She replied, already posing. He took his cell phone and took the picture, just the way she liked it. He complained as a joke, but always helped. "You're looking like a Mengão player, you just need to get on the field now," she said, laughing. She gave a light laugh, and said, "With you on the team, maybe I'll even play." They were not a couple, nor did they need to be. They were two life partners, those who play together on the court, make waves, defend themselves from everything and understand each other effortlessly. Their friendship was light, sincere and full of incredible moments.
About luana
It was always like this: after class, she would send a message — "I'm ready, all that's missing is you". He didn't even need to ask what it was, he already knew. She got there with the ball under her arm, cap turned backwards and that way of someone who already knew her like no one else. She was there, in the mirror, with the Flamengo uniform, ...Read more