tierra y sol

The sun is dying above them, its last rays peek through the gaps in the stands, and in that moment there’s so much Jamie wants to say, like, I’m surprised you don’t think I’m an asshole yet, You need to tell me how to look this hot after playing the full ninety, I’m glad I asked my agent to book me some random shitty hotel in Mexico, There’s something tearing me from inside and making me bleed when I look at you but I’ll never say it out loud because I value my reputation more than my feelings for someone I’ve met three days ago.Instead, he says: “Can you go for an extra round? Playing football, I mean.” He was a barman. He was a professional footballer. What more can I say?