Victoria and Pablo meet by chance when she has to interview him after the Nations League final 2023.
He's immediately infatuated by her, but due to a few years age difference, she only sees him as a younger friend.
Will he make it out of the friendz...
My girl group chat was on fire after Ana sent the Hola article. All the three girls were already swooning over the picture and asking what we were going to do from now on. Pablo's text messages were far more. He showed me one particular one.
Sergio Llorente Good morning, Gavi. Girlfriend?
"He's Barca's PR guy, I have to tell him" Pablo sighed and slumped back into my bed. I just nodded - the bubble had burst and reality would now hit us in 1,2,3. Pablo dialled the guy's number and he told us to meet him at the headquarters. I was nervous and noticed that Pablo was too, which definitely didn't help in calming me down.
"Next time choose a Monday evening for your walks, I hate to come in on Sundays" Mr Llorente greeted us friendly, trying to make a joke and I relaxed a bit. We went into a conference room where a woman was already sitting and she introduced herself as Sonya, who worked in Mr Llorente's team. "Gavi, very happy for you. Nightmare for me though, I have to sell everyone this relationship as a good thing and all your fangirls won't be impressed. I hope you have a thick skin Vicky" he said and I gulped. "Ok, so where did you meet? I need some info on you guys" he said and I let Pablo do the talking. "Nations League final" he said and tried not to tell anymore, but the guy continued looking at him and my boyfriend added: "She interviewed me for TVE." "A reporter, but then why don't I know you?" he asked and looked at me. "Um, I usually don't do sports, I-" I answered, but was cut off. "Wait a minute!! How old are you?" he exclaimed. "24" I said quietly. "Oh my God." Mr Llorente said and had to steady himself on the chair's armrests. He signalled his employee a 5 with his hands, he still couldn't quite believe this. "Ok, continue" he said while massaging his temples with his fingers. "It's not really special. We stayed in contact a bit and eventually started dating" Pablo shrugged and it was the truth more or less. "And you? Career? Studies? Goals for the future?" he asked me. "Bachelor in Journalism at Carlos III in Madrid, Master in Media in Communication at the LSE. Been writing politics for almost two years now. Um, we'll see how it goes from here. I'm originally from here." I said, trying to tell him important information about me he could possibly need. "Ok and how do you want to handle your relationship?" he asked and looked straight at Pablo. "We'll just keep a low profile. But I won't hide that I have girlfriend and am happy" Pablo said and took my hand, which made me smile and I turned my head to meet his eyes. In the end, they made me sign an NDA, which I had already seen coming so it wasn't quite a shocker and with me being a journalist, they were being extra cautious for obvious reasons.
"What do you want to do for the rest of the day?" Pablo said when we made our way outside again. We had a whole day together as he had a day off after the match. "I have to pack this evening, you can help me if you want. But I'll leave you to decide what to do" I said and grabbed his arm with both my hands. He gave me a kiss on my temple and replied: "Ok, I know exactly what to do" I was leaving for New York tomorrow morning as me and a senior reporter were covering the UN General Assembly week. It was a huge thing for me and I was really excited about it, but on the other hand I was sad to miss out on Barca's first Champions League game this season, especially as they were playing at home this week.
"If you sleep at mine tonight, I can drive you to the airport tomorrow morning, it's closer to my apartment anyways than to yours" Pablo offered as we were returning to my place. "Oh, and wear a swimsuit, we're going to the beach." "Are you sure that you want to wake up at 5 in the morning for that?" I asked. "I'm not seeing you for a week, of course I'll drive you" he replied and I went over to kiss him. "Come on, get dressed or we'll never make it out of here!" he laughed and slapped my ass lightly. I disappeared into the bathroom to put on a bathing suit, threw everything me or Pablo could possibly need today into my beach bag and we got going.
We drove to a beach a bit outside the city to escape the Sunday crowds of people wanting to get one last beach day into the books. After going for a quick dip, we laid down in the sun and just chilled there for a bit, before I noticed Pablo shuffling next to me and getting up. "Ok, let's see what you've got" he said as he pulled out a football out of his training bag, which he seemed to always refill with apparently endless supplies from his trunk. "Oh no, I don't think you want to see this" I said and laughed. "But I do! Come on, it's not that complicated" he said and dragged my arm up. He played a bit with the ball and my eyes wandered up and down his body as I admired every single muscle that flexed with his movements, but I quickly snapped out of my dreams when the ball nearly hit my head and out of reflex, I caught it with my hands. "Noooooo!! That's not how you play!!" he said and gesticulated with his arms. "Sorry! I always played goalkeeper the few times we played at school!" I said and pulled a shy smile. "Ok, then go stand in the water, I'll hit the ball from the shore and you have to catch it" he said and flashed a grin. "You're not trying to make me switch careers, right?" I asked and laughed. "Why not? Imagine, you and me on a private jet to Paris, both winning our Ballon d'Ors..." he chuckled and I shot him a look.
Obviously I didn't get any of the shots in the beginning, but I wasn't stupid. He always aimed two times to my right side and one time to the left. Then he would start again. I delayed my reaction time as much as possible to not show him that I had caught on to his system. Obviously, I still didn't manage to hold all the shots, but at least I was diving in the right direction and even managed to get five or six. Pablo was impressed, but said that I should probably stick to journalism.
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📍 Cala Morisca, Costa Brava Tagged: pablogavi vicky.hernandez Perfect day 🌊☀️⛱️⚽️
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"Who is this Claire girl, who thinks I'm cute?" Pablo asked as we were chilling on his couch after dinner. I was currently downloading the Barca documentary for my plane ride tomorrow as Pablo had refused to watch it with me. "She studied at LSE with me and now works in politics like me for the Times, that's like El País here, it's extremely prestigious" I explained. "Why did you come back to Spain? You surely could have gotten a job in the UK too" he asked curiously. "I wanted to return to Barcelona. I wanted to go away for my studies as I wanted to see something different, but here is where I want to live and build a life" I replied and smiled.
