Some Lucky Strike

8.

- CHAPTER EIGHT -

"Everyone Loves Kroos"

The post match press conference comes to an end, to my relief. I won't have to endure, see or deal with any more rude athletes.

We are going to be staying in Madrid for a whole week before going back to London, and the best part is that we can wander around the city freely, go shopping, clubbing... and gather again on Saturday to take the plane together.  Following our teacher, the class goes back to the hotel, satisfied with the long night that we've had.

Entering through the big automatic doors that are flanking the entrance, Ruby and I go upstairs, complaining about sore feet from walking so much all day. After a failed attempt in opening a door that isn't ours, both of us get inside our room.

"I still can't process the fact that... we've witnessed and won a clásico... and you've met Jude Bellingham and I didn't." Ruby says, throwing herself on the bed.

"Yes, and it was a dream... all the players? Lovely. And the match was totally fair."

"Okay, the match was confusing, and I acknowledge that Lamine's score was completely valid, but you need to admit that tonight has been surreal."

"Yeah, I guess you're right about that." I scoff. "Well, now we have an entire week for us to do whatever we want in Madrid city...! Have you thought where do you want to go yet? In case you didn't, I did. I've seen this really cool club that only opens on Sundays. They have a lot of good reviews, and the inside seems very cute."

"Really!? What's it called?" She rolls over her bed towards me, intrigued.

"I think it was something like... Incognito. Which is ironic, because this local is on the very centre of Madrid."

"Hm... Incognito? Do you want to put us in a spy movie or what?" She grabbed her sunglasses, getting up from the bed and simulating handing a gun.

"Yes, girl, and you could be the main character."

"I thought about going shopping to Gran Via, I've heard that it's beautiful."

"Didn't you tell me like two weeks ago that you would start saving?"

"I mean... we're in Madrid. My poor bank account can wait." She suddenly got up from bed. "You know... this main character is fucking starving. Do you want to come with me to the café downstairs and buy something to eat?"

"I think i'll take a shower, you go."

"Deal." She gets up from bed, walking towards her bag to grab some money.

"Wait... are you really starving, or do you just want to try your luck and stumble across some famous football player?" I asked, evilly smiling.

"What? Of course not...!" Ruby answers, ironically. "I didn't have the luck to meet any of them, unlike someone else..."

"Bring me a bag of chips, please." I cut her off, chuckling.

"Got it. I'll show you my pics with Vinicius when I'm back..." She leaves quickly, shutting the door behind her.

I smile, shaking my head, as a message pops up on my phone. It's from my dad.

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