“Did you hear?”
“About Podolski leaving? Who hasn’t heard?”
Alexis looked up from packing his duffel bag. “Que? Lukas? When?”
“A couple hours?”
That was all Alexis needed to hear. He hurriedly gathered his things and headed to Lukas’ flat. He had to see him just once more. The entire way there all he could think about was how close they had grown in such a short period time and the numerous passionate nights they had spent together. No one had ever made him feel the way the German did and he doubted anyone ever could.
When he arrived at the flat, he jogged to the front door, despite his legs being sore from the match the day before. He knocked on the door and waited.
“No comment!” came a loud, brusque reply from the other side.
“Amor…Lukas, soy yo. It is me.”
Lukas opened the door, a mixture of surprise and sadness filling his eyes. “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
“I know. I…can come in?”