Victoria Jade Greenwood, a girl born in Madrid who dreamed of working in football since she was a kid, finally gets the big opportunity to settle as an sports director. However, she has to deal with public criticism for being a girl in football. In...
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"Having lunch with you was nicer than what I expected." Horan said when we left the restaurant.
"Should I take that as a compliment?" I asked, ironically.
"Do whatever you want." He let out a small laugh.
I looked at him, raised my eyebrows, and then looked the other way.
"That's rude, Greenwood." He whispered.
"Is it, Horan?" I replied.
I can't believe what happened today. It felt different. I thought this meeting was just going to be another uncomfortable conversation, but it ended up being something I won't forget in a long time.
Something I will for sure remind Horan about if he decides to be an asshole to me again. And something I will remember when he pisses me off.
For the first time, I saw a human with a heart in Horan. Not just a rude working robot. A person. And not a bad one.
What if a friendship is an option for us now?
No. What am I thinking about? It was just a meal. Let's not imagine things too fast. What if this meant nothing for him?
For now, that was not my impression. I hope it stays this way. I hope this also meant something for him.
"Greenwood." He suddenly called me.
"Hm?" I asked.
"You looked distracted. Everything alright?" He asked.
"Yeah. I was just thinking. At what time is the match today?" I replied.
"Um, 9pm if I'm not mistaken. We have to be there before 8pm." He told me.
"Good." I replied.
He kept silent.
"Horan, I don't want to bother you, but you never told me how you met Mr Payne." I said.
I was genuinely curious about that. Why were they such good friends? He said he would tell me after the match against Chelsea, without me asking, and I stayed curious, because of the tension around us.
"I never told you?" He asked.
"No." I replied.
"God, I forgot." He laughed softly. "It's a long story." He said.
"There's like 5 hours until we go to the stadium for the match. But if you don't want to tell me it's alright." I said.
"I want to. I told you I would tell you. Well, you know I used to play football years ago." He started.
"Yeah."
"I played for Mullingar's team, my hometown. I was a left forward."
