ANGELO | Pablo Gavi English version

Chapter 5

August 11

5:37 a.m.

After convincing Nico for a long time, who is the least drunk of all those who are in the reservation, we are going to his car. Giorgia is no longer as drunk as before, in fact, I would say that she no longer has a drop of alcohol in her body.

It's almost five forty and, although there's still almost an hour left for the sun to rise according to Google, I want to arrive in time.

We arrived at the parking lot where Nico's black mini is. I start as a co-pilot and Giorgia backs up. The Galician starts the car and we head towards our destination, the beach of Barceloneta.

"Do we play music?" Giorgia asks somewhat doubtful when we have been on the road for a few minutes.

I sit down and put Spotify on. She asks me before you, Maria Becerra and Rusherking, and she is humming in the meantime.

Let's see, this may sound a little strange, but to get to know someone better, I always ask him what music he listens to. It's weird, I know, but it's five in the morning and I'm sleepy. And I don't want to miss the sunrise," says Giorgia. Pablo starts your walk - he says, and thanks to the fact that he has mentioned my name Nico looks at me, surprised.

Em. I don't know. Quevedo, Morad, I don't know. Spanish music in general. Although I also like Bad Bunny and Nicky Nicole. Nicky is incredible - I mean.

"Nico?" the Italian asks the Galician.

Pablo listens to Quevedo thanks to me, so I listen more to Quevedo. But I don't know. Justin Bieber is one of the best, without a doubt. But in general, what sounds on the radio or what people put on.

She looks at him, somewhat outraged by my friend's tastes.

"And you?" I ask, curious.

Maria Becerra, Olivia Rodrigo, some other Argentines as well. But I don't know who Quevedo is.

We both looked at her pretty badly.

What do you mean you don't know? Did the night fall? - I ask indignantly. Now and always? Rimmel? Do you want to border? Doesn't any of these sound familiar to you?

She denies.

"Mother of the lamb," Nico murmurs. Oh Gigi, what you said.

She looks at him, confused.

Pedro Domínguez Quevedo, better known as Quevedo. Spanish singer. Promise of music. Really, Giorgia?

She nods.

Seriously, Pablo.

"But how," I proceed, but I sigh. This cannot be possible. I have to take a musical trip.

After saying that, we continue with the music pick. And, minutes later, we arrived and Nico parked. It's six fifteen in the morning. There are twenty minutes left for me to leave.

We go into the beach and Giorgia and Nico start talking about Milan.

But we have to go with you. You know him better, don't you? - Nico asks.

I haven't been there in years. But of course. Let's all go for a summer together - she says excitedly.

We sat in the sand.

"I'm going to get a towel that I have in my car," says Nico.

We nod and he is jogging towards the car.

"Did you have a good time in the game?" I ask, so as not to have an uncomfortable silence.

Of course. I love seeing you play. And even more so now that I know you all. Who would say it?

Life goes around a lot, Giorgia.

Why don't you call me Gigi? Or Gio? Like everyone else?

I'm not going to be like everyone else. I hadn't even thought about it.

Because she awakens something in me, something that I don't identify well, but that I like.

Why do you call me Pablo and not Gavi? Well, here's your answer, Giorgia.

A few seconds later, Nico comes back with a huge towel in which the three of us can fit.

And, at six thirty-eight in the morning, dawn comes out. Giorgia rests her head on my shoulder, and I rest my head on hers. We stayed like this for a long time.

After a while, when the sun is already normal, we decided to go home, because we are dead of sleep.

Nico is lying on his back to us, and when I touch his back I see that he is asleep.

-Nico - whisper - NICO - I say, almost screaming.

The one named wakes up, scared. Which causes Giorgia to laugh.

And what makes me love that sound.