it’s a Sunday afternoon when you drove to the airport to pick up João. He came back from his ucl match that they lost. He wasn’t mad abt it. He was mad abt the rumours that you hook up with another guy. Actually you didn’t hook up with another guy, you were so mad at the rumours that you cried yourself to sleep the nights before. You waited for João to come into the airport. Then he came, with a mad look on his face, bc he saw the rumours. He didn’t talked to you.