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A.Putellas: Boat Trip

As you arrived at work that day, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. Another day of radiant sunshine stretched out before you, but it wouldn't consist of sunbathing and cocktails for you. Instead, you usually find yourself tirelessly catering to the needs of individuals who seem to be oblivious to the concept of politeness. The word please always appeared to be a foreign concept to them.

You had managed to land this job only a few months ago, after relocating to the island with dreams of establishing your own tourism enterprise. Of course, you soon realised that the lavish lifestyle you had envisioned didn't quite align with the state of your bank account.

Instead, you had to practically plead with the captain to give you a chance, and then plead with him even more after your first shift when you'd accidentally knocked a stack of life vests into the water and had to go through the excruciating embarrassment of collecting them whilst shouting that you couldn't actually swim.

That hatred of your job had every opportunity to change today, if only you could learn to be something other than awkward.

And it all started with the gossiping tone of the one person you actually liked out of all of your work colleagues.

"Have you seen who we have on here today?"
"No, who?" You shrugged.
"Alexia Putellas!"
"Surely not? Since when did we get customers like that?"
"Well, she's here." Your co-worker nodded towards the footballer who was climbing onto the boat.

You were sure your eyes and ears were deceiving you as you watched her. She oozed confidence, perhaps even a little arrogance, but you were captivated by the way her sculpted muscles didn't diminish even a little when she sat down at the table.

"You're staring. With your mouth open." You co-worker elbowed you in the ribs.
"Ouch!" You shouted, perhaps a little too loud.
"What? You looked silly."

It wasn't long until the boat departed; the small party of people onboard easily looked after as long as their drinks stayed full and the music stayed loud.

The lack of hustle and bustle on the deck allowed you and your favourite co-worker to be the only two in charge of making sure the party was happy, with the rest heading downstairs, likely to do the gruesome job of deep cleaning the lower deck of the ship. Something you were all too happy to miss.

As the evening sun began its descent, you and your co-worker managed to steal a few moments to bask in the fading sun, taking it in turns to look busy in front of the small group of partygoers.

That's what you were trying to do until someone needed your attention again.

When the presence appeared above you, you fumbled to remove the towel that had been serving as a makeshift shield for your eyes... and failed miserably. The threads of the towel had somehow managed to entangle themselves in your necklace, leading to you almost choking yourself in the process.

The woman in front of you, known worldwide for being the best in her field, let out a giggle before tenderly reaching towards you and helping to pull the towel free from the grip of the necklace. She began to speak in a language that you didn't understand, smiling at you in a way that suggested she was sure she knew what she was saying. As you struggled to respond, her gaze remained fixed on yours, her expression faltering slightly as you grimaced before your admission.

"Sorry, I don't speak Spanish."

Why didn't you take Spanish at school, you thought.

"Okay. I speak English. That's our job, right?" She smirked.
"Sorry?"
"To learn your language. If we speak a different language, we have to learn English."