"Stop checking that photo, Val."
"I wasn't checking it" I say, quickly putting my phone down.
"Of course you weren't" Silvia says, rolling her eyes. "We are here to forget about all that, remember? Let's focus on it."
"Ok..." I sigh, taking a sip of my beer.
"Great. What do you think about them?" Silvia says, nodding towards the group of men to my left.
"Eww, no."
"And what about... them? The ones ordering a drink. They look quite decent."
"And posh."
"They do, don't they? And we are trying to forget about a posh guy, so they aren't an option. What about... Oh! Them!" she says, nodding towards someone to my right. "I thought the cute one had left, but looks like he only went to the bathroom or something."
"Who?"
"That guy over there, the one with the Adidas t-shirt. He hasn't been able to keep his eyes from you since we arrived."
"Yeah, sure" I snort.
"He is looking at you again."
"Silvia!"
"What?"
"Why did you wave at him?"
"Why not? He is really cute. His friend too."
"I don't trust you and what you find... fuck" I say as I turn around.
"He's a hottie, uh?" she smirks.
"I know who that is."
"You do? Is that why he has been looking at you?"
"I don't know him in person, but I know who he is."
"What?" Silvia asks with a confused look.
"That's..."
"Hello" a male voice says next to us.
"Hi" she replies with a big smile.
"I hope we aren't bothering you. I saw you waving and I just..."
"No, it's fine. It's fine. My friend here was actually telling me that she knows you!"
"Silvia!" I hiss.
"What? You do know him, don't you? Though she said something weird about not doing it in person. Do you follow each other on Instagram or something?"
"I wish" he chuckles.
"Ok, now I am completely lost."
"Silvia, you are talking to Pedri."
"Who?"
"The Barça player" I sigh.
"Pedri? I don't remember hearing you talk about a Pedri."
"Because when I've done it, I haven't said nice things about him."
"Ouch!" he laughs, reminding us that he is standing next to us.
"I'm a Real Madrid supporter. Sorry" I shrug, finally daring to look at him. But he doesn't look like the Pedri I remembered from our last game against Barça. He seems to have gotten rid of the stupid haircut, and looks like he is trying to grow a beard. He looks less like the kid he actually is, and more like a man, kind of... attractive? And the way he is looking at me, the smirk on his face... Fuck. He is attractive.
"Bro, she is gonna be a tough one" his friend laughs.
"You are gonna have to let me buy you a drink. I won't see the end of it if you say no" Pedri says, trying to give me puppy eyes.
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In The Name of Love
FanficSummary: The plan that night was just to have fun and try to forget. And Valeria (or Val as everyone calls her) did forget. But what she didn't expect, was to do it with someone younger than her. Someone who also happened to be a football player, an...
