Chapter 3
Chapter 3:
“Are these my socks or yours?”
“I am insulted that you would think my feet are so big that they would fill in those socks,” Lindy said as she smacked Rafa on the back of the head while she made her way to her suitcase.
It never failed, the two of them always had separate rooms, but Rafa’s stuff always wound up in her room and some of her stuff always wound up in his room. The two of them would end the crazy days on tour watching movies in one of their rooms and they usually feel asleep wherever they happened to be.
Neither of them thought anything was wrong about them sleeping together, because that’s all they were doing, sleeping. There was nothing sexual about their relationship, although many had started to speculate. But the two of them were just friends, the best of friends, but just friends.
Lindy found the flip flops that she was looking for in her suitcase and slipped them on. Turning in time to see Rafa finish putting his socks and shoes on, Lindy made her way over to the door to pick up her drawing supplies. She and Rafa were about to make their way to the Roland Garros complex in order for Rafa to get ready for his first match against Robin Soderling. Rafa would spend the next couple of hours bouncing around and talking strategy with his uncle Tony, who was also his coach. Lindy never wanted to get in the way so she would take her drawing supplies with her and sit out on the grounds of the complex and practice what she thought were her lacking skills in the art, although Rafa and everyone else said she drew wonderfully. Normally Lindy would have gone to a museum during this time, but since they were in Paris and one of the best museums in the world was there, Rafa had decided that he wanted to go with her, so they would be going tomorrow when Rafa had a day off and had gotten over the first match nerves.
Rafa and Lindy caught up with Uncle Tony in the lobby and made their way to Roland Garros.
When they got out of the car Lindy turned to Rafa and gave him a friendly smack on the butt.
“Don’t loose; I want to stay in Paris for a while.”
“Ha ha ha,” Rafa said as he threw his bag over his shoulder and walked into the players complex.
“Are these my socks or yours?”
“I am insulted that you would think my feet are so big that they would fill in those socks,” Lindy said as she smacked Rafa on the back of the head while she made her way to her suitcase.
It never failed, the two of them always had separate rooms, but Rafa’s stuff always wound up in her room and some of her stuff always wound up in his room. The two of them would end the crazy days on tour watching movies in one of their rooms and they usually feel asleep wherever they happened to be.
Neither of them thought anything was wrong about them sleeping together, because that’s all they were doing, sleeping. There was nothing sexual about their relationship, although many had started to speculate. But the two of them were just friends, the best of friends, but just friends.
Lindy found the flip flops that she was looking for in her suitcase and slipped them on. Turning in time to see Rafa finish putting his socks and shoes on, Lindy made her way over to the door to pick up her drawing supplies. She and Rafa were about to make their way to the Roland Garros complex in order for Rafa to get ready for his first match against Robin Soderling. Rafa would spend the next couple of hours bouncing around and talking strategy with his uncle Tony, who was also his coach. Lindy never wanted to get in the way so she would take her drawing supplies with her and sit out on the grounds of the complex and practice what she thought were her lacking skills in the art, although Rafa and everyone else said she drew wonderfully. Normally Lindy would have gone to a museum during this time, but since they were in Paris and one of the best museums in the world was there, Rafa had decided that he wanted to go with her, so they would be going tomorrow when Rafa had a day off and had gotten over the first match nerves.
Rafa and Lindy caught up with Uncle Tony in the lobby and made their way to Roland Garros.
When they got out of the car Lindy turned to Rafa and gave him a friendly smack on the butt.
“Don’t loose; I want to stay in Paris for a while.”
“Ha ha ha,” Rafa said as he threw his bag over his shoulder and walked into the players complex.
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