slut - Alexia Putellas

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The following Monday found FC Barcelona captain Alexia Putellas and her younger sister Alba strolling through downtown Barcelona, browsing clothing stores at a leisurely pace.

Alexia, wearing a white cap and sunglasses to avoid any kind of unwanted attention, dressed lightly for the warm day, trailed behind Alba who carried their growing collection of shopping bags.

The athlete's crutches clattered unevenly against the weathered cobblestones, their rhythmic thud disrupting the otherwise tranquil ambiance of the narrow alleyways.

Her movements were labored, the effort evident in the way she carefully placed each step, striving to mask the discomfort etched across her face.

"You've been so moody lately," Alba remarked casually, glancing at her sister with a mixture of concern and teasing as she waited for the older Putellas sister to catch up.

She adjusted the straps of her shoulder bag, which now sagged under the weight of their accumulated purchases.

"I know," Alexia admitted with a reluctant sigh, her brow furrowing as she considered her sister's observation. "I've been struggling with everything lately. I've been lazy, not keeping up with my usual daily routine. Even my apartment is a mess."

Alba nodded sympathetically, her expression softening.

"It's okay, Ale," she replied gently. "We all have our off days. Maybe taking a break from football is good for you right now. It might give you the chance to focus on other things."

Laughing dryly, the Ballon D'Or winner gestured towards the crutches she leaned on for support, while she took a small break. "Like what? It's not like I can do much in this state."

"Maybe finding a love interest?" the younger sister suggested playfully, nudging her sister's arm as she set their shopping bags, stuffed with purchases, down. "Maybe blow off some steam or find a hobby? Have a great time. You've always been so driven with football, maybe now's the time to relax a bit. Focus on other things."

Considering her sister's words, a hint of amusement tugged at the midfielder's lips despite her lingering frustration.

"Ah, hobbies," Alexia mused, her gaze wandering thoughtfully over the bustling square, where vendors peddled their wares beneath the warm Mediterranean sun. "What would those be? Besides football, I haven't thought much about what else I could do."

She chuckled softly, the sound tinged with a hint of self-deprecation.

"And a love interest? Definitely not the right time for that," she added, shaking her head with a wry smile. The idea of romance seemed distant amidst her current circumstances, where even her daily routine felt disrupted by injury.

"But maybe you're onto something," the athlete continued, turning to her sister with a thoughtful expression. "A distraction might be just what I need right now. Something to take my mind off everything."

She shifted her weight slightly, adjusting her grip on the crutches that supported her. "I could explore new hobbies, maybe find something I enjoy outside of football. Who knows, maybe I'll surprise myself."

Alba grinned, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Exactly! You could try painting, or maybe cooking classes," she suggested, gesturing animatedly. "Or even just exploring the city more. There's so much to see and do here in Barcelona."

Alexia nodded slowly, a very sarcastic flicker igniting in her hazel eyes. "Yeah."

They'd just passed by a bustling market square where vendors peddled fresh produce and handmade crafts, when all of a sudden, Alba's eyes lit up as she pointed out a particularly vibrant display of jewelry in a nearby shop window.

"Oh, I'm going to check this out," she announced cheerfully, slipping into the store even before Alexia had a change to respond.

Making her way into the store, Alba already tried on jewelry, her voice echoing in the small space as she sought Alexia's opinion.

Unbeknownst to her sister, the midfielder's attention was drawn outside where she spotted a slender figure with blonde hair dressed in running attire.

The woman was stretching near an older building just across the street, one that the Ballon D'Or winner had never noticed before.

"Alexia, what do you think of this one?" Alba's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Ignoring the question, the FC Barcelona captain shuffled closer towards the window, fixating on the woman who now disappeared inside the old building.

"Who's that woman?" Alba asked, curiosity lacing her voice as she completed her purchase without bothering her sister's opinion.

"Let me just... check something," Alexia replied vaguely, already opening the glass door of the shop with one crutch in hand, before slowly navigating across the bustling market square and towards the unfamiliar building.

"Alexia, who's that?" Alba's voice trailed after her, filled with intrigue as the younger Putellas sister tried to catch up.

Ignoring her sister's inquiry, the captain approached the building's entrance, scrutinizing the sign on the door with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.

"It's a hostel."

Alba observation echoed as she stepped up beside Alexia, stuffed shopping bags in each hand. "Don't tell me you'd prefer staying in one of these over a fancy hotel?"

Alexia furrowed her brow, shaking her head as she inspected the building closer. "No, I wouldn't. What kind of people stay in places like these?"

"I don't know," Alba shrugged, her curiosity matching Alexia's. "Maybe people who can't afford more? Or those who prioritize saving money over luxury? Why does that bother you, anyways? Who's that woman?"

"I... I don't know," Alexia admitted reluctantly, torn between her usual skepticism and an inexplicable urge to find out more, before correcting herself, "I'm not sure."

A moment of silence settled over them, before the athlete inhaled a deep breath.

"She looked familiar," Alexia muttered, more to herself than to Alba as she turned, before walking away with her crutches, "Let's go."

As they walked, Alba couldn't resist teasing, "So, are you going to tell me who you think she is?"

"No."

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