When Jacob and I got to the interview, Kenitu Lovas, the soccer player, was already getting interviewed by other competitor article companies. When we walked in the room, Kenitu Lovas suddenly stopped answering the interviewers questions and walks through the crowd to us! Why!?
“Hey man!” Kenitu cheerfully says to Jacob. Do they know each other?
Jacob smiles, “Hey, how has it been!?”
“You know- same old, same old. How bout you?” Kenitu replies. He seems like a super nice enthusiastic guy.
“You know each other?” I ask, as Kenitu looks at me.
“Yeah, Jacob and I are old schoolmates!” Kenitu says proudly.
I lightly punch Jacob’s shoulder, “And you didn’t tell me!?” Jacob yells in pain and Kenitu laughs.
“Wow, you’re awfully strong for a petite woman,” Kenitu laughs and Jacob smirks.
“Yeah, I don’t know if she is a woman anymore…” He laughs along with Kenitu and I just eye-roll them both.
After the interviewers and photographers talk to other soccer players on his team, they start coming toward us! Kenitu frowns.
“Maybe we should continue this conversation later. How bout at the usual restaurant at 2?” Kenitu asks in a hurry.
“We will definitely be there.” Jacob says. Usual restaurant? What place is that?
“It was a pleasure meeting you also … whats your name?” Kenitu asks.
“My name is Molly, Mr. Lovas,” I reply back in a formal manner.
He smiles and says, “Please just call me Kenitu.” He walks off to the crowd and continues to answer their questions. No wonder why girls fall for Kenitu- he has a nice tan body figure with wavy blonde hair and green eyes. Unlike Kenitu, Jacob has a nice bold body figure, with piercing brown eyes, and dark, beautiful brown hair. All the girls want them both, but I prefer Jacob… Oh my, what am I thinking!? I prefer none of them!
“Hey..,” Jacob says with a annoyed tone when I was accidentally gazing in Kenitu’s direction.
“Huh?” I turn to look at Jacob.
“Stop looking at Kenitu…” Jacob says half blushing, half annoyed. Is he jealous!? I started laughing.
Jacob eye-rolls and then quickly grabs my arm and says, “Come on.”