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...
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"How the fuck did we end up in Ireland?" Luis groaned as he leaned onto a pillar in the departure hall of Dublin's airport. "Whose idiot idea was this?" Irene whined. "Pretty sure it was yours" I replied, my eyes shut as I tried to get my drunk brain working again. "We need to book a flight back home" Luis said and pulled out his phone. "Fuck, I'm seeing everything double" he groaned and blocked it again. "I need to be in Madrid in twelve hours" I realised and shut my eyes.
"Well, you can fly there directly..." Irene said and I opened my eyes to shoot her a glare. "In yesterday's clothes, with spilled Guinness all over me and... fuck. My work laptop is at home with all my notes" I whined and unlocked my phone. I quickly opened Google Flights and booked us on the next flight to Barcelona as my two friends were seemingly unable to do so in their state. My head was ringing and spinning too, but apparently I was still able to get a grip on myself. "We're on the 9.55 flight, we'll land at 13.25" I announced, but don't know if they heard me as they had slumped down onto the ground and looked like two dead octopus.
This meant I had a two-hour time slot between landing and the departure of my flight to Madrid. With traffic at that hour, I would never make it back home, I needed someone to grab me fresh clothes and my work stuff from there. In such a situation I would have normally asked a) Kike, but he was still at home in Malaga, b) Chiara, but she was still in Extremadura or c) one of those two idiots here, but they were stranded here in Ireland with me. I walked away a bit and dialled the number of the person who probably didn't want to hear anything from me after my embarrassing behaviour yesterday
"How's Ireland?" Pablo asked annoyedly as he picked up after lots of ringing. "Um..." I mumbled, not sure how to start, he seemed pretty pissed and could probably already tell that I was only calling him for a pathetic favour. "Spit it out, what do you need?" he huffed. "Can you... go to my apartment and grab me a pair of jeans and a white blouse, as well as my laptop bag?" I blurted out. "I don't have your keys" he just replied and I took a deep breath. "There's... an extra pair hanging on my floor in the heating box" I replied. "And downstairs?" he asked. "Ring the dentist, he has a 24 hour automatic bell" I answered.
"Fucking hell, Vicky. What the hell were you thinking? When and where do you need this stuff? You have to work tonight?" he asked, seemingly upset and angry. "I... I wasn't thinking, I basically don't remember the last twelve hours! We land at 13.25, I'll get to departures straight away as yes, I have to be in Madrid tonight, and we can meet in the kiss & fly parking lot. Try to not let anyone see you" I quickly replied, seeing my friends standing up and looking as if they had regained some strength. "Of course I'll try and not let anyone see me, do you think I'm retarded?!" he asked angrily and hung up. Oh shit, he was pissed as hell.
