“We have here the two teams who have proven to deserve to bring the Cup home” said one of the commentators. “An undefeated Spain who classified as top of their group.”
“Without a doubt, a relentless team who have done a great job all throughout this championship” agreed his co-host.
“But we also have a Germany who, in spite of the controversy around one of their most outstanding players, has remained favorite.”
“And, coming from the premise that this championship represents the consolidation of Dominik Weigand as the only man to ever manage a clubs championship, a European championship and a World Cup on the same year… we are about to witness history being made.”
“We have been offered some unforgettable ninety minutes, with ups and downs and lots to see…”
“A German team who have been on the offense right off the bat, attacking and pushing a well centered Spanish team, whom have also had their shots to score, but had to stick to the back to play on.”
“Anything could happen during this overtime. Either one of them could win…”
“Whomever won, they deserved it.”
*****
Samanta could not hold it anymore, a couple tears rolled down her cheeks, but she managed to get up and away from her friends just in time.
“Sam? Where are you going?” Asked Charlotte.
“Excuse me, I'm not feeling well. I'm heading out for some air” she said, leaving the room.
Amir tried standing up to follow Samanta and ask her what the matter was, but Charlotte stopped him.
“I got it. You watch the game. I want every detail when I'm back.”
He nodded and smiled.
“Sam?” Charlotte's voice made Sam stop in the middle of the corridor. “Something wrong?”
“Nothing to worry about, Charlie. It'll be fine. I just got dizzy, that's all.”
“You're a terrible liar, you know?” Charlotte crossed her arms and glared at her. “You've been acting so weird since Amir put the game on. If you don't like football, just say it. We can watch something else.”
“That's not it, I just…” Sam's voice broke.
“Why are you crying?”
“Crying?” Sam clicked her tongue. “No. At all”
“I can see you” Charlotte frowned.
“Bad memories. Just that.”
“Samanta. I know we haven't know each other, but you can trust me.”
“Yeah, I know. But it is nothing, Charlie. Honestly.”
Charlotte stared at her for a few seconds. She could not understand why she remembered that face from somewhere. Since she saw her walk in through the dorm room door, there was something about her that reminded her of someone, or something.
She opened her eyes like plates at the realization.
“Oh my god! It's you. You're the girl who dated “The Bullet”.”
“His name is Dominik Weigand” she corrected.
“So… It's true! Do you know what that means?” Inquired Charlotte, excited.
“No. I don't.”
“I'm roommates with a football star's ex” Charlie took Sam by her hands and started skipping around.
“Shhh. I don't want neither Maher nor Amir to know.”
“I'm a tomb” said her friend and gave her a naughty look. “So, how is he?”
“What?” Sam frowned.
“Oh come on! He is huge. Is his… as big?”
“Oh, god! Shut up! What are you even saying?”
They both laughed out loud.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAL.”
Maher's voice startled them.
Charlotte couldn't run back fast enough to find out what happened.
“What happened?” She asked as she walked in the room.
“Goal by Germany” answered Amir, upset.
“Woohoooo!” Charlotte jumped in joy. Maher followed.
“Traitor” her brother snapped.
“I am celebrating you losing your bet” she said and stuck her tongue out to him.
Samanta had her eyes set on the screen.
“They won?” Asked Samanta.
“Yeah” answered Charlotte.
The moment they focused on Dominik, celebrating with his team mates, she felt like crying of joy, and she did. She had a broad smile and let her tears flow. Seeing him there, triumphant made her so proud. And for the first time, ever since coming to Egypt, she felt like she had done the right thing. Stop being an obstacle to him was the best decision she had made.
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