Mayra woke up with a headache and congestion. Damn! A typical flu in Bogotá can ruin your Saturday plans of going out and having a drink. Blind curse.
But Andrés doesn't give up so easily, and he continued talking to her a little every day, because, well, that rice can't get cold.
By Friday, her flu was better and that allowed Andrés to take the conversation where he wanted it. Yes, where we all know.
— Well, if you want, I'll wait for you here in the apartment, where it's warm and I'll cure that flu.
— Uff I keep putting it there haha
— Well, I'm not complaining. The hard part is how you get in without being seen, but here you have the apartment at your disposal.
— Come on, but if you go fast, hey
— Fast? No, Mayra. I'm going slow, otherwise you'd already be here at my house sweating out that cold. Plus, yesterday you told me you liked it fast.
— Hahahaha Oh don't put those words in my mouth
— No, but let's not talk about your mouth, Mayra, because then my imagination will run away and I'll lose the year.
— I didn't know you had such a reach haha
— If you let me, you'll meet them tomorrow.
That Friday chat was one great play after another. Not even James ha vietnam email address s ever made so many great plays in a single game.
Of course, Andrés went to bed with a smile from ear to ear. He couldn't contain his joy, and he couldn't wait to play that friendly match, which looked like it would have many goals, with replays and even VAR if they wanted.
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The big day has arrived. The match was scheduled, almost everything was said and agreed. A few details were still missing, such as deciding which court to play on.
It was a sunny morning, one of those that makes you smile. Although for Andrés, not even Hurricane Milton was going to spoil his day.
Until he received a message from Mayra, at 9:28 in the morning:
— Today there is prohibition