You're My Person.

Veintiocho.

It felt like an eternity for the two girls, when, in reality, it was only a couple of silence, Sandra's voice cutting through the weird silence that had surrounded them while there were still plenty of fans in the stadium, yelling the names of the players for something, an autograph, a picture, anything.

"Hola Aitana, amazing match as always." Aitana smiled. A fake smile. That familiar glint in her eyes nowhere to be seen as the midfielder's eyes ripped away from Andorra's to look at Sandra. She had always felt awkward speaking English. "Gracias."

Andorra smiled uncertainly at the midfielder, anxiety in her veins, never leaving her bloodstream until, finally, Aitana's eyes softened at Andorra, joining the two women at the make-shift table. At seeing the softness, Andorra went back to being a professional and cleared her throat. "Are you ready?"

Aitana smiled slightly and nodded her head. "Yes. I'm ready."

Andorra nodded her head slightly and gave the midfielder a microphone, their hands touching briefly and the all too familiar feeling of electricity coursing through their bodies at the lightest feeling of contact with each other. Andorra snapped out of it and the two interviewers turned their head to the camera man, who also nodded his head, counting down with the use of his fingers and the three women plastered smiles on their faces, Andorra ready to start the interview.

"Good afternoon Aitana, incredible match, how are you feeling?" Aitana smiled at Andorra, holding the microphone close to her lips.

"Good afternoon, yeah, I am feeling great. It was a great match, I think that they pushed us really hard today and I'm glad that we won."

Andorra listened intently, almost swooning over hearing her girlfriend's voice again after almost an entire week of silence and smiled. "Considering that it was still nil-nil during halftime, what gave you girls the push in the second half, not only to win, but to also score three goals?"

Aitana's eyes softened in a new way. This wasn't fake. This was a genuine feeling that she displayed, her voice also soft. "Well, there was a special guest present here today and before the match had even begun, we had promised ourselves to make that person proud by winning today, so, when we went into the locker room with a tie still, we got a really good pep-talk and we managed to pull it off. All compliments to Real for never giving up and for putting up such a good fight."

Everyone who hadn't been blind during the entire game knew that the special person had been Andorra, no one had known about her being there beforehand and the way that Aitana was looking at Andorra gave it all away. 

The things that Aitana would give to be able to just kiss Andorra right there.

Andorra herself assumed that it was about her and smiled, still keeping it professional by suppressing her overwhelming feelings. "I'm sure that the person you did this for couldn't be more proud. That was also our time, thank you for your time Aitana."

The midfielder smiled and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Thank you for the interview."

The camera got cut off, going back to the studio while Aitana and Andorra were frozen in place, staring at each other. Andorra's eyes slowly traveled over to Sandra. "Hey Sandra? I will catch up with you later, okay?"

Sandra's blue eyes went from Andorra to Aitana and the older woman nodded her head, a smirk on her face. "Just don't make me wait too long." the same smirk stayed on her face as she walked away, definitely thinking of something.

When Sandra had disappeared through the door, the two women looked around the stadium, Andorra eventually pointing to one of the billboards. "Let's sit down?"