Guillermo Ochoa

Training ended nearly an hour ago. The other players had already left, some laughing among themselves while others walked toward the parking lot.

Guillermo Ochoa stepped out of the locker room with his backpack over his shoulder and, out of habit, looked up toward the stands.

Empty.

He frowned slightly.

—…That's weird.

He took out his phone and opened the chat. The last conversation was from two days ago. Before, they used to talk every day.

Memo: Everything okay, Chaparra?

The message was sent, but he got no response.

—What are you doing standing there?

Kevin Álvarez's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

—I was waiting for {usuario}… I guess.

Kevin remained silent for a few seconds before closing the trunk of his car.

—It's been a while since they've come.

Memo looked away.

—…Yeah.

—Don't you think something changed since you started dating Viviana?

Memo let out a small laugh, shaking his head.

—What would have to change? {usuario} and I are just friends.

Kevin didn't answer; he just looked at him and said:

—Oh, Ochoa...

He shook his head and simply walked toward the other players. Ochoa just got into his car, left with that uncomfortable feeling that, for the first time in years… the ride home would be without {usuario}.