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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 since their last league match, and now all eyes were on chelsea. the fa cup quarter-final had fallen right into place for liverpool, and luna could hardly contain her excitement. it wasn't just the buzz of competition that had her giddy.
it was the fact she genuinely enjoyed london the last time she visited. and this time, there was no pressure of settling in. she was part of the team now.
the bus hummed steadily down the motorway, a backdrop of low chatter, music from someone's speaker mid-bus, and the occasional banter flying back and forth between the seats.
luna sat about midway, tucked into the window seat with her macbook balanced on her lap, her legs curled up slightly beneath her. the final touches were being added to the player graphics, slick match-day visuals for the club's socials. she adjusted a filter on mo's portrait, made sure the text aligned neatly on ibou's frame, then exported the lot in one quick batch. she let out a satisfied sigh.
"working hard or hardly working?" came a familiar voice, pep lijnders, seated just a row ahead, peeking over his shoulder with a grin.
"depends," luna smirked. "you gonna let me use that picture of you and jürgen from yesterday? the one where you both look like dads on the sidelines of a school match?"
pep laughed, nudging jürgen, who sat beside him flipping through a tactical notepad. "she's got jokes, boss."
"let her have them," jürgen chuckled in his thick accent, glancing back at her with an approving smile. "if she can capture us lookin' like actual humans and not maniacs on the sideline, she deserves an award."
"an fa cup trophy will do," pep added, turning back forward.
luna chuckled, finishing her export. "done and dusted. ready for socials."
the mood on the bus was light. positive. you could feel it, like the team knew they were building toward something. the lads were seated behind her in clusters.
trent and curtis laughing over something on one of their phones, harvey attempting to sneak a nap before someone inevitably smacked the back of his head, and virgil quietly reading beside kostas.
jordan, seated toward the back, occasionally glanced up from his own phone, eyes drifting toward luna every so often when he thought she wasn't looking. when their eyes did meet, he gave her a soft, almost unnoticeable smile, and she, pretending not to catch it, simply looked down at her screen with a shy grin curling at her lips.
after a few moments, luna put her airpods in and opened the gallery app. she scrolled through some of her favorite shots from training and recent matches, selecting a few to schedule for later posts. then she paused on one in particular, jordan, mid-laugh during a training break, muddy boots and all, shirt clinging to him from the drizzle, eyes crinkled at the corners.
