Rafael thought maybe he was imagining it. But no. She was there.
It was her.
With a frown, he walked to the aisle where she was standing with that guy. Seeing him heading towards her, she pressed closer to the boy, making Rafael's blood boil.
Rafael's gaze dipped down to where they were holding each other's hand tightly, their ears had turned pink as if they were caught doing some naughty stuff.
"What are you doing here?" The girl seemed taken aback by the odd query but kept her gaze low.
"We're here to play football," the guy who was now holding her as if his life depended on it responded boldly to his silly query.
Rafael felt like to slap his face. He wanted the guy to keep his hands off her.
If it was just a random couple, he might have smiled thinking they were up to something. But, it was NOT a random couple.
Neither of them made a move to let go of each other.
