The star crossed lovers || João Félix

T W O

July 6, 2023

"Where are you ?" Casemiro's voice comes from my phone.

"Parking lot," I say, "I just got here."

"I think I see you," he says, "I'm coming."

"With Mount's jersey," I tell him.

"Obviously," he says hanging up.

I step out of the rental, closing the door and locking it. I go on my phone to text João and let him know I just got to the stadium.

My golden boy <3

Me: Just got here

My golden boy: Send me a picture of you in Mason's jersey

Me: Waiting on it... Casemiro is slow 🥱

My golden boy: You're mean
Where are you staying ?

Me: Idk yet 🫣

My golden boy: Figure it out quickly and let me know

Me: Yessir
Lisandro just offered me his place 🫣

My golden boy: Oh stinky, you're so funny

Me: Thank you, I'll be here for the rest of your life

My golden boy: You better ;)

Me: No place I'd rather be
I'll talk to you later, Casemiro just got here
I love you

My golden boy: I love you, stinky, behave !!
Let me know where you're staying and when you're in

Me: Yessir 🫡

My golden boy: God, I miss you.

I laugh tucking my phone in my pants pocket as Casemiro arrives. "Seriously ?" He asks, "an Al Nassr jersey ?"

"Yes," I say taking the jersey from him, "I'm putting this bad boy on inside, I want Ten Hag to see me with this one," I motion to the Al Nassr jersey.

We walk towards the entrance and I extend the jersey in front of me to get a good look at it. I flip it over to see his name on it.

"They gave him the seven," I say surprised.

"They sure did," he says opening the door for me.

"Does Garnacho know ?" I ask.

"He freaked," he nods.

"How pissed is he ?" I ask.

"Pissed is an understatement," he laughs. "Come on, Mount's this way."

"Ten Hag in his office ?" I ask eyeing the door.

"Mount's outside," he says ignoring my question.

"I'll be out in a sec," I say walking to Ten Hag's door.

"You menace, just come on," he says.

"Go on without me, I'll be there soon," I ignore him knocking on the office door.

"Come in," I hear.

I walk in to see a busy Ten Hag working on what I assume is Mason's paperwork. I close the door behind me, waiting for him to look up. He takes his sweet time before he finally places his pen down looking up and locking eyes with me.

"Cute jersey," he scoffs, "come to mock me ?"

"I didn't come all the way to Manchester to mock you Erik," I say "don't flatter yourself; I came to see Mason," I show him the jersey, "but I figured since I'm here, why not make the most of my visit," I shrug.