Football singularity-Chapter 348 Bonding Tings

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[Mon, 12/08/2019, 18:20, Leverkusen]

"I love your shoes btw, are they Kate Spades?" she asked directly locking arms with May as the two immediately started a full-blown conversation. Seeing the two chatting as if they were the best of friends Rakim could only follow along trying to make his presence as faint as Kuroko’s just in case he’d receive a left-field question that would land him into trouble.

However, that was hard to do if he really thought about it given how handsome he was and how truly good-looking he thought himself to be. Even in his outfit that he considered business casual consisting of white AirForce’s, black pants, a plain light blue T-shirt, a black A’s baseball hat, his GLD chain and of course his silver Air King watch. If not for the universal rule that all famous people are good-looking one could easily mistake him as a model ready for a photo shoot.

As he quietly followed them through the villa, he couldn’t help but glance around at the opulence of it all. The furniture was stylish but minimalist, with bold artwork’s hanging on the walls. There were large glass windows offering sweeping views of the perfectly manicured garden, which, by now, looked like the scene of an outdoor feast.

Sophia led them out onto the garden patio, where the party was in full swing. The air was thick with the mouth-watering aroma of grilled meat, and the soft clinking of glasses and laughter filled the atmosphere. Rakim spotted some familiar faces of his teammates whom he had met on the training ground earlier that day. Most were embroiled in conversation with their friends or were chatting with their dates in a few of the lounge areas strewn about in the garden.

His eyes however quickly travelled to the figure of Havertz, standing behind a Pit Boss Memphis grill hard at work cooking it up. For some reason, he was wearing a white apron with a Charizard holding a spatula and Tong in both hands. The white large chef’s hat on his head seemed to make him a master cook as he started flipping burgers while chatting with Witz and Andrich.

Nodding at the trio he quickly found the figure Wendell near the bar as he let May continue chatting with Sophia who led her to some of her friends. Making his way over to the Brazilian defender who was leaning casually against the wooden counter of the bar with a drink in his hands. His arm was draped around the waist of a stunning Brazilian model who seemed to be enjoying the party.

"Ah, Mr Florida!" Wendell said with a thick Brazilian accent. "You’re looking sharp, my friend," he stated before dapping Rakim up who joined his group only now noticing Paulinho behind the bar. It seemed the striker was doing his stint as a bartender using the skills, he had picked up at last year’s Sao Joao festival.

"I see you’re having fun," Rakim grinned, glancing at Wendell’s arm around the model’s waist before turning his attention to Paulinho, who was expertly shaking a cocktail behind the bar. "Looks like you’ve got the bar under control," Rakim remarked, tipping his head toward the striker.

Paulinho shot him a playful smile. "You know, I could teach you a few moves it’s a hit with the ladies." he teased, winking as he finished preparing a drink. "Oh, and what ladies do you intend to impress," a velvety voice said from behind him revealing the figure Daniela whim Rakim knew as a Brazilian model.

The reason he knew her was because she had been on the cover of some makeup brand on his flight to Germany. Daniela’s appearance caught everyone off guard, most of all Paulinho who almost lost hold of the cocktail shaker. "No one of course just trying to pass my wisdom to my new protégé since I won’t be needing them, babe," he smoothly responded after taking a second to compose himself.

"Here I just made a drink for you I call it ’Minha estrela do amor’," He stated handing her the red liquid that now filled the cocktail glass with a single cherry floating in the middle. Looking at how exquisitely the drink looked made me completely forget that this guy had just called himself my master.

With that Bomb defused they continued to talk with each other doing their best to introduce Rakim to all he needed to know about Leverkusen. The dynamic between the different egos in the team and toes he should avoid stepping on and those he couldn’t avoid. Now that they had 4 wingers the duel for the flanks would be fierce and he wouldn’t be safe despite being the only one of the four who focussed on the left wing.

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[Later During the Night, 20:10]

Later that night, the atmosphere in the villa shifted. The music had been replaced from upbeat to a more mellowed-out relaxing tune as the night grew deeper. Fairy lights and the flames of the fire pit illuminated the garden as the players and their dates huddled together on bean bags. Most who had brought their children had already left having to take care of their most important job in life of getting home in time to feed their cats.

"This reminds me of the fire pit at your parents," May whispered into my ear as she snuggled deeper into my embrace getting more comfortable on my lap as she resumed her favourite activity playing with my hair. Sometimes she reminds me of a baby cat with how she can play with my locks for hours on end.

"We should look for a place with a pool and pit in it," I responded liking the prospect of a big garden with different sections and amenities for every occasion.

"We? Y’know I haven’t even decided if I will stay in Germany full time," she retorted as her movements paused causing me to tilt my gaze down to her. Raising an eyebrow as she matched my gaze, "What you want me to find some other girl to help me pick out a house and decorate it?"

"You wouldn’t dare," she retorted as one of her hands proceeded to twist my skin on my neck causing a jolt of pain to shoot through my body. "Argh Alright, alright, haha" I chuckled, trying to hide the sharp sensation which was more surprising than anything.

"But if you don’t stay who will take care of me?" I questioned trying my best to put on my best sympathetic look. "You’re a grown now I trust you," she replied curtly before going back to playing with my hair as she leaned back into him.

"I’ll play a couple games before I start looking for a place to live, but you could easily set up a studio in one of the rooms once I find a place," he stated as his gaze shifted, watching the fire pit flicker in the soft night breeze, illuminating the faces of his new teammates leaving May to her thoughts.

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"Should we play a game of truth or dare?" Wendell questioned the rest of the group which now consisted of, Kai, Me, Wirtz, Diaby, Bellarabi and their respective dates.

"What are you like 14 or something?" Bellarabi questioned not at all understanding why any of his teammates would even consider playing such a childish game that only causes problems. "We can’t all be as laid back as you Grandpa," Wendell replied poking fun at the 30-year-old macaroon winger.

"Fine," Bellarabi groaned, leaning back on the bean bag with a smirk. "But don’t cry when you get roasted."

"Roasted?" Wendell laughed, shaking his head. "Truth or Dare is about fun, man, not roasting. Unless, of course, you’re too scared to answer."

The challenge was laid, and Bellarabi simply shrugged, glancing around the group. "Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got, Mr. Brazil."

Wendell grinned, looking around the circle for his first victim. His eyes settled on Kai, who was leaning casually against the armrest of a sofa, sipping a beer. "Kai," Wendell called out dramatically, pointing at him. "Truth or Dare?"

Kai chuckled, setting his beer down. "Truth. Let’s keep it safe to start." Wendell tapped his chin, pretending to think deeply. "Alright, who’s the most annoying teammate to play against in training?"

The group burst into light laughter, with everyone throwing out guesses. "Easy," Kai said with a grin. "Diaby. That guy’s pace is a nightmare. You can’t even foul him because he’s already gone."

Diaby laughed, raising his glass in mock celebration. "Fast and uncatchable, just the way I like it."

"Too fast for your hairline," 17-year-old Witz stated with no remorse seemingly saying the first thing that popped into his head.

"Phahhah"

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To Be Continued...