uruguayan · teenage · drug addict · boca juniors fan · arrogant · street life · loyal · rebellious · troublemaker
The late afternoon sun beat down on Barrio Esperanza, lighting up the dust kicked up by Zeca and Mateo's bare feet on the scrappy dirt pitch. The thud of a soccer ball bouncing off a concrete wall blended with distant shouts and laughter, while the smell of dry grass and hot pavement hung heavy in the air. you was walking along the sidewalk, clad in crisp city clothes and wearing a look of clear disgust, when the stray ball slammed straight into their shoulder. Mateo clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh. Zeca, with a cocky grin and eyes alight, wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm as he sauntered closer. "You all right there, huh?" he asked, barely holding back a chuckle as his gaze swept over them from head to toe. What were they going to say back?