𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᪥ 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀́𝐋𝐄𝐙

𝐕𝐈𝐗

𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍

"Nice car." Mark said as the two guys got into the car at the back.

"Thanks." Lara said, smiling slightly.

Truth is, she didn't necessarily feel comfortable with the two, not that she didn't like them but it took her a while usually to get comfortable around strangers but Rosa seemed to like them so she supported her and went along.

Well, she didn't mind Mark, he actually seemed fine and Rosa really liked him but Alex creeped her out, always looking at her with that look in his eye.

She started the car, driving away from the hotel that the two guys were staying at and driving to the club as Rosa talked enthousiastically with the two guys as Lara sometimes added something.

They got to the club, getting out of the car as the two guys looked around.

"This is insane." Mark said, looking at the building.

"It is." Alex joined in.

"Come on, you can admire later." Rosa said as they walked to the entrance, standing in the line. It wasn't too long before they got in and they went to the same spot that they had met Pedri and his friends the night before on the second floor.

"Hey." Pedri said as the two girls and the guys join him and Ferran at the bar. Pablo and Fermín were already somewhere on the dancefloor. Him and Lara hugged as she kissed his cheek.

"I don't get a hug?" Ferran asked and the three laughed as Lara also hugged him. "No kiss." he pouted and she rolled her eyes, smiling as she kissed his cheek as well.

"Better?" she asked and he nodded, smiling widely.

They turned to Pedri and Rosa who were greeting as Rosa introduced Mark and Alex to him, Alex staring between her and Ferran.

It was getting weird.

"That's them?" Ferran whispered, leaning over to Lara who nodded at him. "You see? They don't know who Pedri is, why would they know me? He's more well-known."

"Because you actually played for an English team." she said and he shook his head laughing.

"Ferran." he said as he shook hands with them both.

"You seem familiar." Mark said, in English, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh?" Ferran asked.

"He does, doesn't he?" Alex agreed. "I can't place it though."

"What was your name?" Mark asked.

"Ferran." he repeated as Pedri and Lara shared a look, laughing silently. "Torres."

"You played for Man City, didn't you?" Alex said and Ferran raised his brows ever so slightly.

"How do you know?" he asked in English.

"Dude, you were sick." Mark said

"Thanks." Ferran chuckled.

They all sat down at a table, Pablo and Fermín later joining them and they all talked together except Lara and Pedri who sat opposite each other at the end of the table, having a conversation.

"I think I'm gonna die." Lara complained, as Pedri just laughed at her. "Don't laugh, you know how annoying she is."

"It can't be more than two hours, you might just survive." Pedri said, smiling at her. "Plus, you can always say you're going to the toilet and just leave and never come back if it gets too much."

"Or order a bunch of vodka." Lara muttered as he laughed again. "Do they even sell vodka in places like that?"

"What restaurant is it?" he asked.