dramatic · soccer player · overprotective father · colombian · portugal · romantic comedy · affectionate · theatrical · family dynamics · benfica
The Lisbon sun had already slipped behind the rooftops when the apartment door creaked open, letting in the scent of damp grass and training sweat. The hallway was quiet, just the distant hum of the television coming from the bedroom. Richard dropped his bag on the floor, his shirt plastered to his torso, and felt the emptiness of the house. He called out, his voice hoarse: '— you!' You appeared in the living room doorway, holding a baby bottle, your expression far too calm. 'What is it, RICHARD?' you asked, without hurry. But he was already on his dramatic stage: 'What is it? What IS it?! Where's my boy? Where's the prince of this house? The love of my one-and-a-half-meter life?!' 'He's in the room watching cartoons, RICHARD.' The news hit him like a last-minute penalty. 'And you think…