"Sissy, he's gonna come today."

"Who?" Constanze asked, more focused on her brownies than on her brother.

"Thiago! Who else? He's coming with his teammates, can you imagine?"

Constanze lost all the interest that she had for the brownies.

"Uh, yeah, by the way, what sport does he play?"

Mark looked at his sister, putting his hands on his mouth.

"You're kidding, right? You don't know what sport Thiago Alcântara plays?"

So, his name was Thiago.

"Thiago," Constanze repeated.

"Don't tell me that you're actually imagining yourself moaning his name right now."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? And how am I supposed to know what sports he plays?"

"Oh my God, do you live in a bubble or something? We are in Munich, sissy! Ever heard of Bayern Munich? You know, the team I support since I was born?"

"So, it's football, right?" she asked, and Mark sighed. "Okay, fine, he is a football player."

"I give up, you just don't care," Mark said, going back to the room.

"Indeed, I don't," Constanze smiled, focused on her brownies again.

Mark really wanted to insult her before closing the door, but it was before seeing that, fuck, he was there.

Thiago Alcântara was back in the bakery. And he was not alone.

"What would you like to get, young men?" his mom asked, and Mark almost ran to her.

"It's fine, mom, you should take a break or something, thanks!"

"Okay?" she frowned and left the room, leaving a happy Mark with a smiling Thiago, a dancing Thomas and a thinking Joshua.

"I don't know what kind of cake Demetria would like," Joshua said, pouting.

"Didn't you say that she liked chocolate?" asked Thomas.

"My sister just made brownies, if you want," a shy Mark offered, and Joshua nodded her head.

"Oh, yeah, that would be great! Can I have two pieces?"

"I just need to call her," he said, then, he opened the door just for his head. "Sissy, I need brownies here!" he yelled before coming back to the Bayern players. "What about you, Thiago and Thomas? Oh shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"You were right, he's a supporter!" Thomas smiled. "What's your name?"

"Uh, um, Mark."

"Mark, I love this place. It's absolutely amazing. So many cakes everywhere, I think I'm in love. I would looove to have a red velvet cupcake."

Thiago rolled his eyes: it was a typical Thomas' reaction. But he was glad that he was here, because Thomas was naturally funny, contrary to him, who was naturally awkward. He was glad that Joshua was there too, even though he wasn't sure that Thomas advice for him—"to impress a girl, all you need is food" was a very good advice.

"I'm here," a voice said, and Thiago automatically raised his head. The cute girl. "Who wants brownies?"

"Make it three," Thiago answered, and Constanze nodded before putting the brownies in different mint paper bag with a little flamingo, the bakery's logo.

"Here," she smiled.

"Thank you, uhh—" Thiago said, waiting for her to tell her name. Hella smooth.

"Constanze."

"Thank you, Constanze," the Spaniard smiled. "We're gonna pay—"

"What are you talking about, it's free for you," Mark reminded him.

"Yeah, but Thomas and Joshu—"

"It's on the house."

"I really feel bad for letting you guys do that."

"Next time you bring someone, they'll pay," Mark promised, and Thiago sighed.

"Fine. Thank you very much. Let's go?" he asked his friend, and they both nodded before biding goodbye and leaving the place.

"This place is so cool, you were right," Joshua smiled, holding his brownies as if they were very precious.

"Yeah," Thomas nodded. "so, are you coming here because the cakes are good, or because the girl is cute?"

"Both," he said before realizing that he shouldn't have. Shit, shit, shit.

"Aw, Thiago, look at you, having a crush on a pasty maker! But wait, isn't Rafa already dating one of those? Seems like it's running in the Alcântara blood."

"Shut up, Thomas. I don't have a crush on her. She's just cute. And she's probably too young for me."

"Too young? Is that still a thing? Age doesn't matter nowadays," said Joshua.

"That's not important. I don't even like her."

"Sure," Thomas nodded. "Yet."

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"Why do you look sad, exactly?" Constanze asked to his brother, lost.

"You don't wanna know."

"I asked. So I do. C'mon, just tell me, I'm your sissy."

"I'm just disappointed," he said. "I really shipped you and Joshua but you don't seem to bond and he wanted to impress that girl."

"I'm sorry...what?"

"Well...I saw him and you guys only have like two or three years gap, so I was already seeing you walking down the aisle to marry the love of your life, a player from the team I love, and—"

"So what, because our ages are close, we're supposed to date? That doesn't even make sense. And why would a football player take interest in me?"

"I know. It sucks," Mark sighed, and all Constanze could do was to whisper "rude".

"Honeyyy!" their mother screamed, coming back behind the counter and smiling to Mark. "Are they gone already?"

"Wait, do you know them?" he frowned.

"Look...I saw the way you were looking at one of them. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know," Mark shrugged.

"Does he feel the same?" Anneliese asked, and Constanze burst out laughing while Mark was still frowning.

"What are you talking about, mom?"

"She thinks you're in love with Thiago!" Constanze said, still laughing.

"You're not? But you were looking at him like he was an angel or something..." Anneliese sounded disappointed.

"Mom, he's a football player from Bayern! Also, I like girls."

"Wow, football players are hotter every day, that's insane," she sighs, leaving the siblings alone.

"That was gold," Constanze smiled, and Mark hit her arm.

"Yeah, well, I mean, you have to admit that he's hot."

"Pft, what?" Constanze shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't think that Thiago Alcântara is hot?"

"There's something wrong with his...nose. Yeah. With his nose," she nodded her head to make it seems more real.

"His nose," Mark repeated. "Look, I don't wanna try to trap you into saying it. I just...I saw the way he was looking at you."

Constanze tried to keep a straight face. The way he was looking at her? What the fuck was he talking about?

"He doesn't care about me, Mark," she shook her head. "He was just happy to see some brownies."

"Just tell me honestly, sissy. Do you find him hot?"

She bit her lips, already feeling guilty. Because she couldn't let her little brother imagining things like that. He was thinking that Thiago Alcântara liked her, for fuck's sake. If she admitted to him that indeed, he was hot, Mark would probably give them a couple name and claim them OTP. And then, he would be disappointed, because surprise surprise, Thiago was looking lovingly at the brownies and not at Constanze.

And Constanze was a good sissy. She didn't want Mark to be heartbroken.

"No. No, I don't."

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HI
Yesterday i read the whole story again and i realized that i use the word "fuck" a lot so i asked my word proccesing how many times the word fuck was in the story and

I have 45 pages and 41 "fuck". do i need to calma calma?