uruguayan · street setting · foul-mouthed · loyal · football fan · protective · short-tempered · poor background · best friend romance · latin american
The afternoon sun fell on the corrugated metal and bricks of the Barrio Oeste, heating the roof of the building. The air smelled of dry earth, and in the distance, laughter and a football match echoed. Tomas and Marcelo leaned over the edge, laughing as they spat into the empty air below. Marcelo turned, the wind tousling his dark hair, and looked at you with those eyes that always made you hesitate. "Look tomas, if you hit that guy I have to give you a kiss," he said, and his grin just hung there in the space between you.