Pedri's POV:
I saw Irina's eyes lit up at the sound of someone's voice. A massive smile spread across her face and I wished I could just take a picture of this moment and keep it forever.
There is something about her. Something I can't wrap my finger on. She didn't seem affected by my presence since she found out who I am. The way she rolled her car window down on our first encounter, and shouted at me from the top of her lungs... that says a lot about the type of person she is.
Fearless. Brave. Different.
Not trying to sound so full of myself, but people that visit or live in Barcelona tend to know it's the home of one of the best football clubs in the world. And they tend to recognise the players. They start screaming and freaking out the moment they encounter us.
I know being a football player comes with a lot of pros and cons. It comes with the fame, which is not a bad thing being recognised here and there, but I'm the type of person who likes to keep a low profile and my head in the game.
My friends tell me this is the biggest opportunity to find girls and mess around, and that people would give anything to be in my position. But from my point of view, it's harder to meet the right girl because of the fame.
Only if she would acknowledge me the way I acknowledge her.
Irina's POV:
Recognising the voice instantly, I completely ignored everyone and everything and rushed towards the Golden Boy.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, tears forming in my eyes.
Oh, how I missed him.
Since I left PSG, me and Kylian started getting along really well. Always talking, checking up on eachother... So him being here right now, being able to touch him and see that stupid smirk live once again... was something I missed terribly.
'Don't tell me you're going all soft on me now.' he said mocking me, with a smile on his face.
I backed away, taking in everything that he was. 'What-how-when...' I couldn't find the right words.
'You forget I have a private plane.' he said smugly, making me hit him playfully.
'Did you know?' I turned my attention towards Luca, who was looking at us with his arms crossed, a smile on his face.
'Maybe.' he shrugged his shoulders.
Kylian walked towards the till, acknowledging Pedri. By the look they gave eachother, it seemed to me like they've met before. Or played together before.
'What a small world.' Kylian said shaking Pedri's hand.
'It's good seeing you.' Pedri smiled.
Kylian then approached Luca and gave him a big hug.
'Missed me that much?' Luca said laughing.
'You have no idea.' Kylian smiled.
I quickly gave Pedri his order, who to my surprise didn't leave, but took a seat at one of the tables. Kylian joined him, probably talking about things football related.
Or at least I hoped.
Diego suddenly appears behind me, the expression on his face priceless.
'I've been gone for an hour.' he said confused. 'An hour!' he eyes met mine, making me laugh. 'And Kylian Mbappe is seating at the table with Pedri Gonzalez.'
