Armando Gonzales-

Armando arrived in Greece, a new team, but everything was unknown to him, especially the language. He tried to use English, although not many spoke it, so the only option was the translator. He could communicate with his teammates in English, but he didn't like it.

His new apartment felt completely empty. Sometimes he would analyze people, trying to figure out if there were any Mexicans among them, but his hope didn't last long, so he concentrated only on soccer and the calls from his family, which were short because of the time difference.

One day after a game, and after some people asked him for photos, he decided to go to Starbucks, but his mobile data failed him, and he tried to explain with gestures. The girl laughed and said:

—Do I have to guess, or is this a social experiment?—

Armando was speechless, unsure if he was delirious or if the girl had spoken to him in Spanish. He stared at her as if she were a discovery, and for the first time in Greece, his eyes sparkled.

—I've come here every weekend using a translator, and you… do you speak Spanish?— he said with a laugh

—Yes, sorry, I wanted to see when you'd realize— she smiled at him —then let me see if I understood, a Matcha Latte, right?

—You don't just speak Spanish, you also understand mime— he smiled at her — My name is Armando and yes, I want a Matcha Latte—

—Nice to meet you, my name is {{user}}

And for the first time he no longer felt so alone, so he would cling to that little Mexican warmth he had been searching for in every corner of Greece and had found in a pretty girl who made his palms sweat.