You had four minutes till 3:30. Actually, it was more like your best friend had four minutes till 3:30. Considering you were specifically told to meet at your local coffee shop for an “important question to be asked.” You glance around the shop for the third time before checking your phone.
You don’t know why you were expecting him to arrive on time since he never does, but you couldn’t help to get your hopes up. You sigh heavily and sip your hot chocolate which was somewhat cooler now. You gaze out the window and watch the flurry of people scurry this way and that way across the street. Propping your elbow onto the table, you leaned your cheek on your open palm and continued to people watch.
About 15 minutes later, the bell to the entrance rung as the door swung open. You let an annoyed puff of air out of your nose when you recognised the person standing in the doorway.
“Did you forget this time? Or do you just like making an entrance?” Your eyes narrowed in slight annoyance as he neared your table.
“Honestly I am so sorry Y/N. Traffic is crazy since the holidays and what not. I promise I didn’t do it on purpose this time.”
He looked genuinely sorry so you decided to take it easy on him. He was your best friend after all.
With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you gestured him to sit down in the booth across from you, which he was already in the process of doing. “Whatever you dummy. What’d you want ask me?”
He gave you a offended look which made you bite your bottom lip to not laugh. “Not even a ‘how are you?’ Man, chivalry is dead.”
You chuckled. “Fine, how have you been Rafa? Not like I literally just saw you yesterday or anything.”
An over exaggerated smile graced Rafinha’s face. “I am doing quite fantastic thank you for asking,” he laughed before becoming serious. “But anyway, you know how Thiago is getting married to Julia in a couple of weeks?”
You nodded your head slowly, not sure where this was going.
He sighed heavily and scratched the back of his head nervously. “Well her sister and I used to go out for a while and she kinda cheated on me.”
“Are you kidding me?” You nearly shouted, causing a few heads to turn your way curiously.
“I know, I know, but it was a long time ago and I’m over it,” He reassured.
You folded your arms and settled back, urging him to get to his point.
“So…” There was a long pause before he said, “I need you to come with me back to Brazil and pretend to be my girlfriend.”
You froze as your eyes widened largely and mouth dropped open. You couldn’t help but feel a smudge disappointed at the fact that you would only be pretending. Of course, you were never planning on acting upon your actions in fear of rejection. Plus he had always been with some other model looking girl connected to his hip almost overtime you saw him. Yet you always had a hard time looking away whenever he paraded around in only grey sweats in your house.
“I completely understand if you don’t want to. I mean I can go by myself and send my entire ego down the drain when I show up without a date and Angelica shows up with her fantastic new damn greek god of a boyfriend-”
“No, no. I’ll go with you it’s just, this is so unexpected and out of the blue.”
Rafa’s face broke out into an expression of pure joy and relief. “Really? Oh Y/N, I knew there was a reason why we were such great friends.” He quickly scooted out of his booth and made his way into yours, encasing you in his arms tightly. He was so comfortable and warm that you wanted to melt in his arms right then and there but you tuned back into reality and squirmed out of his arms.
“So when do we leave? And I swear to god if you say tomorrow Raphael,” you warned.
He smirked beautifully as a twinkle appeared in his eye and shook his head. “Actually two days. I know you need all the time in the world to pack.”
You smacked his arm playfully. “I do not need that long to pack.”
“Sure you don’t linda.” He climbed back over to his original seat.
You couldn’t ignore the shiver of delight that ran down your spine at the nickname he gave you.
“We’re gonna need a story on how we met,” you reminded.
He only shrugged and reached over to drink the remainder of your hot chocolate, cringing when the settled chocolate at the bottom of the cup reached his tongue. “We’ll just tell them how we actually met.”
You snorted. “When you tried to hit on me at a nightclub and I threw up on you cause I was so drunk? No thanks.”
He laughed as he remembered the event. “We’ll figure it out when we get there. For now,” Rafinha reached over the table and took his hand in yours and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “Let’s imagine the shock on Angelica’s face when I show up with the prettiest girl in the world.”
You felt your cheeks heat up at his shameless flirting but tried to cover it up with a roll of your eyes. You’ve been accustomed to his endless flirting, since you’ve known each other for about 2 years now. You being as supportive as you could and attend everyone of his games, recording the ones you couldn’t make and Rafa helping you study for whatever big test you had for uni. It was a relationship that you treasured and you didn’t want to wreck it just because you couldn’t control yourself and your emotions.