It wasn't a lie.
It was no joke or exaggeration when Louis said he was good at sports.
Louis shines even among Brazilians who are taller and bigger than him.
Louis was first in the high jump, long jump, and box jump.
Even the running was really fast.
I thought the baby cheetah was running from one end of the playground to the other and was going to get a snack.
As the soccer practice match began, the spectators' eyes were focused on Louis.
Louis was the starting striker and was a standout.
When Louis scored a goal, people rushed to congratulate him.
Louis smiled brightly and waved at me.
I peeked back to see if there was anyone else behind me, Louis waving.
There was no one behind me, and only then did I muster up the courage to raise my hand slightly and give it a shake.
Louis in his stylish jersey surrounded by Brazilian players.
It's really cool. No, really.
Only then did I see my clothes.
I came out in a hurry after doing laundry and just put on some clothes.
I still don't know Portuguese very well, I can't go to school yet, and my only friend is Louis...
Why is such a cool guy treating me so well..?
I felt a little shabby.