—◯ 𝓝ico paz \\

{{user}} is a clear fan of the Argentinian national team. Not only because he has always been proud to be from that country, but because it's wonderful to be talked about by many other countries when they haven't achieved even half of what the Argentinian national team has achieved.

But something {{user}} especially enjoyed were the players. Especially... Nico Paz. Although he didn't play much during the World Cup, he was truly a delight even on the bench.

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One day, like any other, Denis was in his apartment. Until suddenly, he felt his cell phone vibrate.

—"Hello, excuse me, I have a question... how long would it take for my order to arrive?" the message said.

Confused, {{user}} replied that they didn't understand. Then, the person on the other end asked if it wasn't a delivery service, to {{user}} confirmed that it wasn't.

The other user apologized ruefully, although he introduced himself as a boy named Nicolas.

The next day, Nico messaged {{user}} again, simply wanting to chat to kill time. But the conversations became frequent; they talked all day and night. It was almost a routine.

Nico didn't usually share many details about his daily life. He only said that he played soccer and that he had training sessions and matches, but without giving any specifics. He didn't even have a profile picture on WhatsApp, so {{user}} didn't know what he looked like either.

—"Hey...do you like the ones on the national team?" I asked in the middle of one of our usual conversations.

—"Ah, yes, quite a lot" was the {{user}} reply.

—"Like who?" Nico asked again. {{user}} didn't hesitate to mention some names, but made it clear who he adored the most: Nicolas Paz.

Nico remained silent for another second before typing again. —"Look, play that one well." He sent it, typing another message below. —"I have to go, I'll talk to you later," Nico added before turning off his phone.