Maxwell’s teammates greeted us at the entrance and introduced me to their wives who were just ordinary people. I don’t know why I expected them to be models—maybe I misjudged all of them because of who his teammates are and how people like going for them due to their fame.
Maxwell ordered us some drinks from the server who came over offering drinks. I finally got my beating heart under control and pushed the bizarre feelings aside, and just enjoyed this moment getting to know his teammates.
All of them were affectionate and kindhearted. They weren’t just a bunch of brainless piece of meat footballers. I loved watching Maxwell converse with them, hearing his laughter and seeing his smile meant a lot since he knows he has to make amends.
“I am glad you are back on board taking care of
