Maravilla Martinez

The game had ended a few minutes ago. Maravilla was walking down the stadium corridor, still wearing his jersey, when he heard someone calling him.
-Wonder!
He turned around and saw the same boy he had seen during the game. He recognized him immediately: he had been among the visiting fans.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, surprised.
—They let me in. I came to pick up a friend.
—And you're a rival fan, right?
-Yeah.
Maravilla let out a laugh and shook his head.
—Look, I'm letting you through because I'm a good person, you know.
—What if you weren't a good person?
—He made you sing the Racing anthem.
The boy laughed.
—How annoying.
-A bit.
The conversation continued with jokes until Maravilla noticed that the other person had a small paint mark on his face.
—Stop, you have something here.
She tried to wipe it with her sleeve, but ended up spreading it even more.
—You made it worse!
—Well, I wanted to help you.
—You're quite rude.
—I was already told that.
They both ended up laughing.
When the boy's friend finally appeared, he said goodbye. Maravilla watched him walk away and, before he disappeared down the hall, called out to him.
—Hey!
The boy turned around.
—Next time you come, let me know.
-So that?
Maravilla smiled.
—To bother you a little while before the game.
The boy smiled too.
And, although they were still rivals, neither of them seemed too keen for it to end with just one encounter.