marlita: a cringe way to disguise myself being downbad for footballers

chapter two: spoken like a true captain"

02:29.

- the foyer, Friedrichstadt-Palast.

the sound of glasses clinking together was resonating throughout the room, loud and quiet chatter mixed up with laughter and snickering. lita and i were occupying two bar stools, looking around us, trying to take everything in. this was new to us, immensly new to us. but we'll get used to it, who wouldn't want to.

" i see you're feeling better, much better than 4 hours ago." remarked lita.

" i sort of had time to reflect on it, i could've had worse, genoa for example. actually no scratch that, there's nothing worse than playing for barcelona, oh man the despair and sorrow, i feel it once again." i replied.

"you're overreacting, i'm pretty sure it wouldn't be as......" lita stopped halfway through her sentence. staring at something or someone behind me, eyes wide open, and her mouth gaping. " brit. turn around."

curiousity got the best of me, and upon rotating in my seat, i could already tell what was going on. remember when i said we were allowed to bring a +1. well you wouldn't believe whom a certain 'someone' brought. judging from lita's reaction, we can only guess.

"HE'S HERE, FLESH AND BLOOD. OH MY GOD BRIT HE'S REAL!!! no way, this isn't some kind of collective hallucination we're having, is it??" lita whisper-shouted. don't get me wrong, i am also dismayed and astonished to see him. I REALLY AM. but i'd like to keep the hysteria to when we're privately sitting in our hotel room.

" lita! stop yelling. you'll have to get used to it one way or another. " i said jokingly. kylian mbappé brought neymar as his plus one. everyone could tell how close they were this season, they grew these past years to become great close friends, or so the media says.

" on second thought, do you feel like socializing? " i asked. after all, this might be the last we'll ever get to see him up close, as equals and not as fans, might as well grasp the opportunity. you miss all of the shots that you don't take.

"brit, no. we can't just walk up to them!" she replied.

"why not? we'll just congratulate mbappé on making it to real madrid and politely ask neymar how his day's going." i mentioned. 

" well, if you're so sure of yourself why don't you go ahe-" lita was cut off, again. by a male voice, one i recognize. 

" good evening ladies, am i interrupting? " said jack grealish. lord help me, why is it so difficult talking to important people? i feel as though words can no longer come out of my mouth when i'm around this man. he's just so intimidating. he had a heavy birmingham accent which made his voice extremely recognizable. 

" no you're not, no worries." replied lita. she turned to me and said "i have to use the loo, i'll be right back." with nothing but an evil smile, she walked away from the bar. i love you, usually people don't like being left alone with someone they barely knew, but in this case jack grealish, was going to be my captain, and he was a handsome stranger so that compensates. what can i say, beauty privilege.

" i scared off your company, i suppose." he added, jovially. his hazel eyes meeting mine. " i hope it's not been as hard, you know, blending in with the others."

" i haven't tried yet actually, it's a rather scary prospect to think about, for now." i replied smiling shyly. i really want to get to know everyone, but i'm afraid of what they'll think of me, and frightened that they won't like me at all.

" i've never properly introduced myself, i'm jack grealish." 

" i'm britney van dyke. very nice to meet you. you'll be captain for barcelona, right?" i asked.