Sure Thing • Gavi

Chapter 12: La Barceloneta

🎶 Car's Outside - Sped Up Version — James Arthur 🎶

Today I was able to leave the office a bit earlier, already around 6.30 and I picked up my scooter from the parking lot. It was a wonderful late summer evening, those were my favourites. I was waiting at a red light, when a beige car pulled up next to me. Out of habit, I took a glance at the driver and when I saw who it was, my eyes widened. The light turned green and Pablo sped away and I immediately followed him. He was driving to my apartment, shoot, now he obviously knew my address. I followed like a puppy on my Vespa, but when we had arrived I had the advantage that I could just park wherever, while he was desperately looking for a parking spot.

"You could just give me back my phone and drive back home" I suggested as he rolled down the window, standing in the middle of the road.
But instead, he reached out to open the passenger door and gestured for me to come in. I rolled my eyes and sat down. He reached behind him and pulled out some flowers.
"These are for you. Now, dinner?" he said and shot me a smile.
He had taken me completely by surprise with the flowers, no guy had ever done that for me, so I just nodded and hid my smile behind the flowers.

He drove to Port Vell and parked the car there. I was surprised as it was wasn't exactly full of restaurants here.
"You're not seasick, are you?" he asked and I shook my head.
He opened his trunk and fumbled around and packed his training bag. Then he walked in front of me and we indeed walked to a small, speedy boat. He hopped on and extended his arm to help me with the big step from the footbridge to the boat. I put my hand in his and it was as if an electric shock went through both our bodies, we looked at each other in the eyes. I hopped on and he steadied me with his strong arms. I helped him with taking off the cover, which he stowed in a hidden place and then he started the engine and set out. He turned north and followed the coast. It was beautiful. He stopped after quite some time and shut down the engine and now we were alone out on sea, with the flow driving us slowly back south.

"Swim or eat?" he asked and grinned. We hadn't talked much until now.
"I'd love to swim but I have no bathing suit. I hadn't expected you to kidnap me here." I chuckled.
"My sister should have left one in the cabin, I'll look real quick" he said and crawled down into the cabin. He appeared again showing me a black bathing suit.
"Unfortunately it will cover quite a lot, but it should fit" he joked and handed it over to me.

I hit him lightly with it for the inappropriate joke and disappeared in the cabin, closing the door to change. I emerged again after a few minutes and he had also already changed into his bathing... slip, which left little for me to imagine.
"I wear trunks usually, but we use these in training and I also decided spontaneously to kidnap you, so I didn't have time to prepare" he said, after probably having read my look. He let down the anchor and then looked at me expectantly.
"Ladies first" he said and gestured over to the sea.

I quickly walked onto the platform and tried to dive into the water with an elegant header, but I probably looked like a pig hopping in. I had just resurfaced when a huge bomb hit in next to me, but it was just Pablo.
"This was such a great idea" I said and smiled at him.
"Ah, I needed that. I was punished for the little stunt I pulled yesterday by picking you up after pictures of me landed on Twitter" he chuckled.
"Oh, I'm very sorry. But... you shouldn't have, it wasn't my first night out Pablo" I said quietly.
"I just felt... the urge to protect you. I'm surrounded by grown men constantly and if you heard how they talk about women... you wouldn't ever get near one again" he said quietly.
"But you're different" I whispered.
"I try. I have a sister I love very dearly and I try to be the best man I can." he said while we were swimming to keep both our heads above water.
"You're a great man, Pablo" I said.
"But what am I to you, Vicky? A man? A boy? Just a footballer?" he asked while looking out into the horizon.
"Of course you're a man, or else you wouldn't be where you are now" I replied.

We stayed there a bit more in silence, until we decided to get back on the boat and eat something.
It was freezing cold, but he quickly wrapped me into a towel and pulled me into an embrace. After getting dressed again and him borrowing me a hoodie as it had gotten chillier, he started unpacking stuff from his training bag.
"Straight from the five-star kitchen of Ciutat Esportiva - lunch leftovers" he chuckled and pulled out some boxes.
"That's actually a great idea!" I chuckled and peeked inside to see what it was.
"It's a bit plain and healthy, just rice and chicken. I've also stolen some salad and fruits for later." he explained proudly.
"Stolen?!" I exclaimed.
"Ok, not stolen. I wanted to sound cool. I often take leftovers with me for dinner... I'm not a great cook" he chuckled.

"As long as you don't eat pasta with ketchup" I said and put a fork of rice into my mouth.
He looked at me like he had been busted.
"No way. I have to get out of here now" I joked.
"It's easy and fast!" he defended himself.
"It's disgusting!" I replied.
"Ok, I promise to not eat pasta with ketchup anymore if I can kiss you." he blurted out. We both froze, he he apparently hadn't thought before speaking.
"Sorry, I... didn't think, please... just forget it" he stammered.
I wiped my mouth and stood up.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm waiting for you to kiss me." I replied nonchalantly.

His eyes widened and he took my hand to pull me on his lap. Our faces got closer and he put a hand into my hair to gently pull my face closer to his. I parted my lips and he looked down at them one last time before putting his on mine. It was a short, sweet kiss, but it was enough for the stage we were currently moving in. I smiled and sat back down in front of him to continue eating. We both didn't stop grinning.