Football imagines (Misc players)

Wrong first impression, Part 2 (Ferran Torres)

**I wrote part 1, which you can on this imagines collection, a while ago and a few people asked me to either write more for Ferran in general or to do a part 2. Well, both things will happen but part 2 comes first. I actually adore this little story, so I hope you all like it too ❤️**

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A month has passed since Ferran and I met in Valencia. I started to follow him on Instagram and sent him a DM like he asked. And we've texted ever since but...it's just weird. First, he was on holiday and then left for pre-season. And I've been so busy getting ready for the next competitions I'll be a part of that the excitement of our first meetings sort of fizzled out. Until now.

My brother Jorge and I are currently at the train station waiting to go to Barcelona for a small competition. It's below my level but I'm still recovering from my injury so baby steps.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Huh?"

"You're staring at your phone. Are you waiting for a call or something?"

"No, just checking the time".

I'm not waiting for a call but for a text. A text back from Ferran after I told him I'm going to Barcelona. This is what he wanted, right? To meet in Barcelona. To go on a date. Hard to forget when someone like him mentions that word. But now...he doesn't answer back.

Of course, it's been a month. He's been to so many different places, probably promising so many other girls to take them on dates. And they all probably were stupid enough to think they were special like I did.

"I'm going to grab a coffee. Want one?"

"Decaf, please".

I get up to go get our coffees, leaving my phone behind so I keep some of my dignity intact. Me, glued to my phone to see if a guy texts me? Pathetic.

"It's 5.70, please", tells me the barista and I frown.

"Is there some promotion? I think you're charging me less than you should".

He laughs and shakes his head. "I appreciate the honesty but no, no promo. Just me wanting to gift the muffin to a pretty girl".

I blush slightly. "Thank you".

I give him the money, not pointing out the muffin is actually for my brother, and then go back to meet Jorge.

"I got us a free muffin".

"How?"

"By being pretty, apparently".

"Is that all you can get?"

"Maybe I'm not pretty enough to also get free coffee. I'll brush my hair next time".

He laughs, picking up my coffee instead of his and he shushes me when I complain. "Look", he says, showing me what's underneath the sleeve, "his phone number".

I snort. "Appreciate the effort but I'm not interested".

"Right. Too busy hooking up with Ferran Torres?"

I almost choke on my coffee, which I also spill on my dress. My, thankfully, navy blue dress. The stain won't be that obvious.

"Where is that coming from?"

"Your phone kept getting notifications and I took a little peek because I just did. I'm not going to look for excuses. And I saw Ferran was writing about how happy he was that you were going to be in Barcelona".

He did? "It's not like that".

"Sure, baby sis. Sure".

I'm itching to pick my phone up to read the texts but won't give Jorge the satisfaction.