ꜰʟᴏʀᴇꜱ [ꜱᴇʀɢɪᴏ ʀᴀᴍᴏꜱ]

FOUR

DISCLAIMER: This is all fiction and inaccurate to real life. I don't speak Spanish so I am sorry for any mistranslations! :(

2009

Real Madrid's first away match had been a success. Although, RCD Espanyol wasn't a big threat to them in the first place. They hadn't won any major titles in over a decade and had no superstar players. Espanyol was simply overpowered by the immense talent of Real Madrid and lost 0-3.

Catalina was once again in awe of Real Madrid. The team was somewhat in its infancy yet managed to bring raw electricity everywhere they went. It seemed from the outside that everything they touched would turn into pure gold.

Day by day Catalina was falling in love with not only her job but football as a sport as well. It was nearly impossible not to when it was what she was surrounded by most of the time now.

The journey to get to the stadium had been a frightful one at first for Catalina. The team had all gathered on a private jet to get to Barcelona for the game, and it was her first experience in a plane, let alone a private jet. To everyone else on the plane, this was just a regular day; they played cards with each other and slept like it was no big deal. Luckily, she was somewhat distracted on the flight.

"Is this your first time on a plane?"

Catalina's ghostly pale face lifted up from her camera as she glanced up at the superstar, her hand slightly trembling as she tried not to look out the small oval window beside her. "How could you tell?"

Karim let out a hardy laugh and pointed his thumb over to the girl, his eyes still on Cristiano. "She told me earlier she stayed up last night watching a plane crash documentary" Karim wheezed.

The Portuguese man cocked his head to the side in surprise, a confused smile creeping onto his face. "Why would you do that to yourself?"

"I was trying to make myself feel better about today so I went on Youtube and typed in planes like an idiot. It sent me down a rabbit hole that I couldn't look away from" Catalina let out an exhausted sigh as she questions her past decision, trying not to replay the images of tragedies in her head.

Cristiano pouted his bottom lip out to the girl sympathetically.

Catalina clutched the metal in her hand and switched the settings off of video mode and into photo mode. "But do you know what would make me feel a lot better, Mr. Cover of Men's Health?" She asked, seeing the perfect opportunity to ask what she was scared she would lose the confidence for later.

Karim leaned forward in his seat beside her with interest, and Cristiano nodded his head forward insinuating for the girl to keep talking. "Can I take a picture of you for the official Real Madrid website?" Catalina asked, causing Karim to lean back in his seat when he realized it wasn't as interesting as he had hoped.

"Yeah, sure."

Cristiano then ran a hand through his black hair, smoothening the stray hairs back down into place. A half-open book rested in his lap, full lips upturned as he looked directly into the dark lens.

Click click click

"Perfecto! Te lo agradezco" Catalina grinned at him before glancing down at her camera to look at the picture.

Internally, she was screeching with excitement because her boss was always harping on her to get as many pictures as she can of Cristiano and Kaká because they didn't want to use any pictures of them in another team's kit.

Good lighting, and good quality. All she could have asked for.

As Catalina was looking down, she saw a pair of tan hands softly steal the camera from her loose grip. "Your turn," Cristiano told her as he switched back into photo mode.