>it's latin world cup today, it was a pleasant surprise that Stella of all people was into football.
>Rosa got all of the snacks ready, and Stella brought the drinks.
>The day passed, Argentina, Guatemala, Columbia...
>Rosa watched, confused, it was clear that she rooted for Rexico, like any good Rexican would
>Yet, Stella didn't seem to root for...anyone, atleast, not any country that appeared yet
>Then, it was Rexico vs Brazil.
>As the starting ceremony began, Stella's mouth parted into a giant, patriotic smile, grabbing a yellow trumpet from the bag she brought the drinks in
>She jumped up as the brazillian's players entered the field, blowing it with all of her lung force.
>"VAI BRASSIIIILLLLLLLL, CAMPEÃO MUNDIAL, NÚMERO UM PORRRAAAAAAAA"
>Rosa very, very slowly turned to her, seething hatred bubbling inside.
>'What did you just say?'
>Stella looks back, her enthusiasm turning into a rivalry-filled smirk
>"You know what I said."
Fin, STELLA IS NOW BRAZILIAN
LETS GO