𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

Chapter 2

* 11 years earlier *
<Please to meet you, my name is Alessandra Arrizabalaga and I am 19 years old>.  I repeated this phrase everywhere and all day trying to expose it as best as possible and not to get there and be the usual clumsy.  Today I will start doing my dream job: sports photographer, specifically football;  they took me for a first trial period in my brother Kepa's team: Chelsea, but I'll stop you right away because I'm not one of those usual recommended who take the job because they have knowledge.  But let's talk about something else, I just finished dressing in gray sweatpants and a fairly short blue t-shirt, then I take a jacket in case I'm cold, white sneakers and a backpack with my camera inside that I gave me my brother for the birthday and all the accessories, a water bottle, a protein bar and the book I'm reading this month.
After a bit of walking I arrive at the camp which is truly wonderful and enchanting;  I enter the hall and immediately they ask me who I was and at the precise moment in which I was about to pronounce my name, an arm surrounds my shoulders and a little frightened I turn to my brother (he always does this when he wants to strut) who says to the secretary <She is the new photographer of the team, as well as my sister> he says proudly and, without adding anything else, we head towards a place unknown to me before but then I realize that we are going to the field where they have training.  As soon as within all the eyes of the boys they point at me but I keep walking until we are more or less in the center of the field and the boys have no qualms about approaching as if they have never seen a girl.  The coach who holds out his hand to me also approaches and I can finally pronounce my fateful sentence <Pleased to meet you, my name is Alessandra Arrizabalaga and I am 19 years old> and I smile hoping not to look as unpleasant as the old photographer, as my brother had told me, and his reaction is what I expected: he smiles too and returns the greeting.  Then he goes away and I am overwhelmed by the boys who were curious as few;  the first one who shows up is a little taller than me, straight brown hair, brown eyes and with quite evident musculature, a bit like everyone by the way <Hey I'm Mason ... Mount> and he hugs me , a little dumbfounded, I exchange a smile;  then all the others show up and, when he introduces me to the last one, I have to look up a little more to look him in the eyes: he is like 1.90m tall, he has brown hair that makes his beautiful ice-colored eyes stand out but really a lot expressive;  he, unlike the others who hugged me, shakes my hand and doesn't even have time to tell me his name that he has already returned to his companions but luckily for me there was my brother next to me who says <It's done so leave him alone, however he is Kai> and having said that they start training again and I do my job facilitated by the fact that many of them are very photogenic.
After training, I take back my things and wait for my brother in the hall where he had taken me a few hours earlier.