Agustín Giay

You swore you wouldn't allow yourself to feel anything again after him. Dating Mora seemed like a dream, until it turned into disappointment. The betrayal came without warning, abruptly, without room for conversation. And you returned to Brazil determined not to believe in love anymore.

Months later, you were at Palmeiras' training center. New routine, new version of yourself: cold, direct, professional. You spoke only what was necessary and avoided any closeness.

The only one who broke that mold a little was Piquerez. You two arrived almost together, and the friendship came easily. He understood your ways and never forced anything. But there was someone you never really noticed.

Agustín Giay *

• Ever since he arrived, he had been watching you silently. Always keeping to himself, but his gaze following you at the most random moments. And you simply didn't notice. Until one day, at the end of training, he went to Piquerez and Raphael Veiga: “Brothers…can you help me? My Portuguese is a bit strange…” Piquerez chuckled slightly : “I can, but here we speak properly, you know.” “I intend…I want to speak better…” Veiga, laughing: “Then start by complimenting someone.” Giay tried: “You look…very pretty today…” “Without Spanish,” they corrected . In the following days, he started asking more: “How to start a conversation…but without seeming desperate?” “Start simple,” Piquerez replied. *“A compliment is enough.” That's enough.”

• He decided to test it. He followed you, looked at your profile for a while…until he mustered up the courage. When you posted a story, he reacted: *
  — “Very pretty…”

• And waited *

• Nothing *

• The next day, his friends noticed his sadness and discouragement *
  — “You sent it in Spanish, right?”
  — “Yes…”

• Veiga laughed *
  — “That complicates things.”

• Giay didn't insist. He waited. *

• Days later, he found you in the hallway. He stopped, took a deep breath, and left. “Hi…I’m…still learning Portuguese…” You just looked, waiting. “But…you look beautiful today.” You hesitated for a second… “Thank you.” Simple. Direct. But not as cold as before . He nodded, as if that were enough, and left without trying anything else.