After last night, me and Pedri decided to share his bed and save him the misery of sleeping on the couch. Nothing happened, we cuddled and dozed off to bed, getting ready for our first day together at work.
***
'Irina, Irina.' Pedri shook me gently, trying to wake me up.
'Mmm?' I groaned, covering my face with my hands.
'Oh, yeah.' he said almost embarrassed. 'I would love to hear that sound again but we have to go to the training centre.'
My eyes shot opened at his bold statement, making me chuckle. 'What's gotten into you?' I asked, hitting him playfully.
'I'm just in a good mood.' he smiled and left the room, letting me get ready.
***
Both me and Pedri got to the training centre. We were climbing out of our cars.
'You could've came with me.' he said locking his Mini Cooper.
'And be photographed by a million people while you pull up into the parking lot?' I shook my head chuckling. 'No, thank you.'
He covered his heart with his hand. 'Woah, you don't want to be seen with me?'
'I just want to do it right this time.' I shrugged my shoulders, getting a smile out of Pedri.
'You're acting like they didn't see you in your car.' he said laughing, while we were walking towards the entrance.
'Tinted windows baby.' I winked.
***
After greeting the players, I was now on the training pitch, waiting for Xavi.
'I thought you'll bail on me.' Xavi said stepping outside onto the pitch.
'I'm a woman of my word.' I rolled my eyes. 'What do you want me to do today? Same thing as yesterday? Just pictures?'
'No.' he shook his head, a confused expression taking over my face. 'A small interview. That's what was meant to happen today, and as my content creator isn't here to do it, you will.'
'No.' I shook my head. 'No way.'
'What?' he asked confused.
'An interview, means showing my face. An interview, means everyone knowing that I'm the one shooting the content.'
'I don't see the problem.' Xavi frowned his eyes.
'I don't want to do it.' I shook my head.
'It's just an interview, it doesn't mean anything.' he said sternly, probably annoyed at me.
'It might not mean anything to you, but it means a lot to me.'
'Is this about when you worked at PSG? Neymar?' he asked, my head turning towards him.
'Neymar?'
'I know you dated Neymar, Irina.' he chuckled. 'You think you're betraying your old team... I don't understand.'
'People will speculate.' I said sternly. 'And that's one thing you don't want. Me doing this interview, means bringing the wrong publicity.'
'No one said you aren't allowed to work for another club.' he laughed. 'And it's only for one day. It won't happen again.' he shrugged his shoulders. 'And you get along with the players. You know how to talk to them. And after yesterday, the way our instagram account was blowing up...' he looked at me. 'I need you to do this. You are a woman of your word, no?'
