heaven-sent - Pablo Gavi

6. first practice

elena:

umm??? lucia?

??

what

elena

*sent photo

you're already in the news

you're not even a day here lol

clara:

cuuute tho

he asked me out for dinner tonight

clara:

GIRL THE GOSSIP NEVER STOPS!?

elena:

you just casually text us that??!!?

well what do you expect

a formal letter?😭

he asked me after he dropped me off

elena:

you tell me everything again in person when you arrive for practice😤

clara:

😂😂😂😂

I finally picked up my new car and went to my first ever practice. In the locker room I was introduced to the remaining players I haven't met yesterday and held a small welcome speech. Just when I finished and Carlos declared practice would start in ten minutes, Elena pulled me to the side.

I had to tell the story of Pablo and me about three times until she finally let go and let me enjoy my first practice. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to go to Gavis house but I'd rather keep everything a bit more low key, and with two overly excited friends this was a bit harder than I thought.

It all went well but it was much different than at my old club. The training methods were much harder, and practice was also more intense, but I enjoyed it a lot.

I headed home at around three, that way having enough time for a power nap and a shower before heading over to Gavi. I decided sweats would fit best for tonight, it was a weekday anyway and both of us had to go to practice early the next day. Still, I decided to wear a nice top, creating a casual, cute outfit.

It took me about twenty minutes by car to arrive at Gavi's house. It looked gorgeous. The house seemed very modern, not as big as I imagined but still big enough for one person.

Gavis POV:

I was frantically cleaning the last corners of the living room, hoping it would look somewhat tidy. I know it is clean in my house, I like it organized myself, but having a girl come over made me a bit paranoid. The only girl coming over regularly was Aurora, you couldn't really compare that to my situation now.

I heard the doorbell ring, but had to run upstairs quickly to grab a new, fresh shirt. Stumbling down the stairs, I fixed my hair in the hallway mirror and opened the door.

Lucia stood there, and I realized I've never saw her in her „usual" clothes. She looked cute, beautiful even. Her hair was down, framing her face just perfectly.

I'm happy she got my message of a casual dinner, sporting some comfortable sweats. She still looked better than I already imagined.

„Hey." I greeted and stepped aside for her to come in.