My alarm rang at 7:00am and I reluctantly got out of bed. After I was done taking a shower and putting a minimum makeup on, I threw on a pair of black leather trousers and a black t-shirt on. I grabbed my bag and a jacket just in case and headed towards Luca's room.
The door opened, my eyes growing in surprise as Luca was ready.
'Did you hit your head or something?' I chuckled.
'I'm so tired, I want to die.' Luca groaned.
He exited the room and we headed downstairs for some breakfast.
***
'How do you feel?' Luca asked me as we were walking towards the centre.
Today we were going to introduce ourselves to the teams and shoot some content.
Truth is, I was terrified.
'I'm great.' I smiled.
'You're terrified.' he laughed.
'Do I look terrified?' I stopped and turned towards him.
'Just a little bit.'
'Oh, God.' I groaned.
'Hey.' he placed his hands on my shoulders. 'You're Irina Davies, you got this.' he shook me a little. 'You already know most of them and I'll be there.'
I took a deep breath and exhaled. 'I'm Irina Davies and you'll be there.' I smiled.
'We're at the fricking World Cup!' he said excitedly.
'This is crazy!' I smiled, shaking my head.
***
'Miss Davies, Mr Demie...' a man greeted us. 'I'm sure that Mr. Infantino already filled you in so you can just go in there and do what you know best.' he smiled.
'Thank you.' both of us said simultaneously.
After following the direction given by the man, we stopped in front of a door. We glanced at eachother and exchanged smiles, entering the room.
My eyes grew in shock to the amount of players in there. It wasn't only one national teams, but all of them. Some of the players started smiling and analysing me as soon as we entered but I brushed it off.
I spotted Neymar, Paredes, Messi, Jude, Kylian, Pedri, Gavi, Raphinha and the rest of the players that I've met previously, softly smiling at me.
Me and Luca walked in front of them and got up on the little stage.
'Hey, I'm Irina Davies and this is...' I turned my head around to face Luca.
'Luca Demie.' he smiled.
'And we'll be the ones taking care of you this World Cup.' I smiled. 'We'll be shooting some content during your trainings, we'll be doing a few interviews, some photo shoots and so on.'
'We've had to pick the teams we want to work with, and fortunately, we've selected you.' Luca said arrogantly, making Kylian roll his eyes with a soft laugh.
'I hope we'll manage to get along and be able to build a nice relationship as we're basically stuck with eachother.' I smiled.
The players started clapping and cheering.
'We'll be out on the pitch, so we're going to give you 5 minutes to discuss who's going first, second and so on.' Luca said.
Me and Luca exited the room straight onto the pitch.
'That went really well.' Luca smiled.
'I know, right.' I said cheerfully.
***
Five minutes passed and none of the teams were coming out.
'Where the hell are they?' I asked, looking at Luca.
'I have no clue.' he shrugged his shoulders. 'I'm going to check.'
'Yeah, okay.' I nodded my head.
Luca left and after a couple minutes returned 'empty handed', a smile across his face.
'Well...?' I asked curiously.
'They all want to go first.' he laughed.
'You're joking, right?' I frowned my eyebrows.
'Nope.'
I was flattered to know that such incredible teams with such incredible players all wanted to go first. However, this was work and I usually like to get things done.
'I'll be back in a second.' I told Luca and walked back into the room.
As soon as I entered, all of their heads turned to me.
'Okay, as you guys can't come to a decision by yourselves, I'll be the one doing the first pick.' I said sternly. 'England, you're up first.'
They didn't even hesitate and before I managed to finish my sentence, they all stood up.
'Please, discuss who's coming second till we're finished with England.' I smiled and turned around, the players following closely behind.
