Therapy Session - Alexia Putellas

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The next morning had come quick.

Before Erin knew it, she was on her way to the meet with the assistant coach. Her hands were sweating and she was somehow nervous as soon as she approaches the door of Emmas office.

Somehow, Erin couldn't help but have a bad feeling.

It felt like something was up.

"Emma?", the blonde therapist carefully knocks, not wanting to disturb the English coach as she knows what snesitive of a character Emma was.

"Come in, Erin. I've been waiting for you", Emma calls out from inside, putting away some paperwork from her desk when the Chelsea therapist nervously sneaks inside.

"Good morning", Erin mumbles, approaching the coaches desk when Emma points out for her to take a seat.

"Good morning", Emma greets excitedly, an somehow strange look on her face when the blonde looks around, finding the whiteboard of the office full of some articles and paperwork.

Erin didn't want to stare, though.

But the whiteboard immediately got her attention.

"So...?", the therapist breathes, gaze back on the coach when Emma stands up, an marker between her fingers when she approaches the whiteboard, quickly looking over it.

"So, I've prepared a little presentation", the coach speaks excitedly, her worlds quick as she looks back over her shoulder, finding Erin sitting in that chair completely surprised and no clue about what was going on.

"A presentation? What for?", the blonde wonders, trying to read any of those extremely ugly handwriting on the whiteboard, before the coach was able to get back her attention.

"What for? Did you not see the news?", Emma wonders, eyes wide open as she stares at Erin, the blonde just shaking her head.

"What news?", Erin shrugs with a quiet voice, crossing her arms over her chest when she couldn't help but feel that she didn't something wrong.

"You didn't talk about it with your girlfriend?", Emma pushes, again making Erin wonder what the hell this was about.

And why does everyone keep calling Alexia her girlfriend?

But that wasn't the matter now.

"What would Alexia talk about with me?", Erin asks, watching as Emma takes a paper from the whiteboard before strolling over towards the therapist with an excited grin on her lips.

"Him. You know him?", Emma shrugs, handing the paper to Erin which the blonde immediately looks at.

Jorge Vilda.

"Yes. Of course I know him. So?", the blonde shrugs, giving the picture right back to Emma before the coach puts it back to its place on the whiteboard, before leaning against her desk with her arms crossed over her chest and a knowing look on her face.

"So. Exciting thing. The Spanish federation wants to suspend Jorge Vilda as head coach of the Spanish National team and unfortunately they want the best option to replace him. So the management of the Spanish soccer federation got in contact with me as they want me to take that job", Emma explains with quick words, unable to hide the excitement while speaking.

Her eyes were sparkling.

"Okay... that's cool", Erin shrugs, taking a moment to ask herself why her and Alexia didn't talk about that topic before.

But probably because the captain was injured and didn't wanted to think about something that bad going on.

"But-", Erin speaks up again, but gets cut off by Emma immediately. The English raises her arms as she stands up enthusiastically approaching the whiteboard again.