THE PLAYERS GIRL © pablo gavi

4

Talkative

I stared in my pocket mirror.
Maybe I really shouldn't have put on that lipstick.

,,Are you still having doubts about the lipstick?", Carla sighed and I caught her rolling her eyes.

Quickly I closed the mirror and threw it back into my bag.

,,No", I lied and tried to position my bangs so they'd have more volume.

,,You do know that you're not going down a catwalk, do you ?"

I laughed and slapped her shoulder.

,,You know I can't help it. Also its Pablo Gavi. Everywhere he is, a camera isn't far", I tried to talk my way out of it.

Though we both knew that it was just a bad habit of mine.

I never understood why, but I had always felt this pressure to look good when I walked out the door.
Not to look good for others, but for me.
It gave me comfort.
And confidence.

And confidence was all I needed right now.
Tons of it.

I unlocked my seat belt and faced my sister.

She analysed my face and then grabbed my shoulders to pull me in a hug.

,,Please be nice to him", Carla begged me, backing off and staring me in the eyes.

,,Always", I smiled at her.

She checked out my outfit for the last time.

,,I like the eyeliner. Brings out the blue in your eyes"

A feeling of joy went through my body.

,,A compliment ? Are u sick ?"

Carla chuckled and now slapped me against the shoulder.

We both took a deep breath, before she nodded, silently telling me to leave.

,,I'll call you when I'm done", I said, getting out of the car.

,,Alright, bye. Love you"

,,Love you too", I replied, closing the door.

I was gonna wait for her to leave but it seemed as if she'd stay until she was sure I would actually go into the stadium.

I gave her a last glance.
With both thumbs up, she smiled at me.

I turned on my heels, facing the huge stadium front.
While walking in, I hoped that not too many other players of the team would be there.

Could be awkward.

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I sat down on one of the tribunes.

To my advantage I could only spot 3 players who were practicing on the field.

Just that none of them was the player I had come for.

Frenkie de Jong, Pedri Gonzaléz and Robert Lewandowski were on the field.

Disappointed I already grabbed my phone, about to text Carla to pick me up again.

But someone interrupted me.

,,Woman, you good?", Frenkie shouted in my direction, making me flinch.

All three of them had stopped practicing.

Embarrassed I stood up and noticed that no one else was watching them practice.
It was just me and them.

I tried keeping it cool.

,,Sure- sure. I was looking for someone but it seems that he's not here", I yelled back.

,,Come on down here darling", Pedri said and winked me to his direction.