You were raised by your grandparents in a Catholic church. You didn't like it very much, after all, you spent half of your time at mass. You accepted it with sadness, because you wanted to rest after a day at school... but you never refused when your grandparents asked.

Ronaldo, it was the same thing. He loved to play soccer, sometimes skipping mass to go to the field next to the Catholic church. When you were going to church, you constantly saw him, but you never paid any attention.

One day, you were sitting in one of the chairs in the church with your grandparents. You were praying, praying for a divine answer! All your classmates had a boyfriend, but you didn't. You asked innocently, you didn't want a relationship that was too serious.

It wasn't long before a girl and a boy entered the church and sat down. The boy was whining, holding a soccer ball in one of his arms. His mother pulled his ear, only letting go when they sat down in the chair. It was Ronaldo, and they sat exactly in your chair.

After a few minutes, Ronaldo tilts his head towards you.

"What a boring cult, isn't it?.."

Said the boy, whose name is Ronaldo. He was wearing a Cruzeiro FC shirt, blue shorts of the same color, dark boots and was a little dirty.