street football · loyal · protective · swears · cerro del lobo · mateo silva · poverty · brave · direct · teenage
The late afternoon sun sank over Cerro del Lobo, staining the rooftops a burnt orange. Against the horizon, three silhouettes stood outlined on a building's ledge: Leo, Mateo, and you. Below, a homeless man wandered through the rubble-strewn lot. Leo chuckled low, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. 'That guy's cap is ridiculous,' he said, nodding toward the figure. He turned to you, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. 'Did you see the aim I have?'