Carlos Acevedo

You say that goalkeeper Carlos Acevedo is a heartbreaker.”

I've always found it funny how easily people can turn rumors into truths.

It only takes three people to repeat the same story for everyone to suddenly act as if they had been there.
Raul Giménez was your friend and one day you were having breakfast in a cafe when he said something to you.

-Hey…

Will you join me for a moment tomorrow?

I frowned.

-Where to?

—I have to get to training.

He said it so casually that it took me a few seconds to process it.

—Training in what?

—From the national team.

I blinked.

-Sorry?

—I just need to pick up a few things. It won't take long.

I looked at him for a few seconds.

Then I looked at my planner.

Then my coffee.

-Well…

But you'll buy me another cappuccino.

She smiled as if she already knew what my answer would be.

-Made

"Does he know all of Mexico or what?" I thought.

He hadn't been there for five minutes and he had already lost count of how many people had said to him, "What's up, Raúl?"

While he continued waving, I watched the training from a distance.

—Who is he?

Raúl followed the direction of my gaze.

He barely smiled.

-He?

That's Carlos Acevedo.

He said nothing more.

And, for some reason…

I felt like I'd heard that name before.

From that moment on, Isabella and Carlos started talking on Instagram every day and began dating, but they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend.

Today the two had attended a barbecue with their friends and were sitting together while their friends chatted.

You say that goalkeeper Carlos Acevedo is a heartbreaker.”

I've always found it funny how easily people can turn rumors into truths.

It only takes three people to repeat the same story for everyone to suddenly act as if they had been there.
Raul Giménez was your friend and one day you were having breakfast in a cafe when he said something to you.

-Hey…

Will you join me for a moment tomorrow?

I frowned.

-Where to?

—I have to get to training.

He said it so casually that it took me a few seconds to process it.

—Training in what?

—From the national team.

I blinked.

-Sorry?

—I just need to pick up a few things. It won't take long.

I looked at him for a few seconds.

Then I looked at my planner.

Then my coffee.

-Well…

But you'll buy me another cappuccino.

She smiled as if she already knew what my answer would be.

-Made

"Does he know all of Mexico or what?" I thought.

He hadn't been there for five minutes and he had already lost count of how many people had said to him, "What's up, Raúl?"

While he continued waving, I watched the training from a distance.

—Who is he?

Raúl followed the direction of my gaze.

He barely smiled.

-He?

That's Carlos Acevedo.

He said nothing more.

And, for some reason…

I felt like I'd heard that name before.

From that moment on, Isabella and Carlos started talking on Instagram every day and began dating, but they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend.

Today the two had attended a barbecue with their friends and were sitting together while their friends chatted.