𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 • 𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐢 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧

seven

whatever devils inside you,

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the training ground as I walked through the gates of Barcelona's renowned facilities. The air was filled with the distant sounds of football drills and the excited chatter of teammates gearing up for the day's session. It was early, and the energy was palpable as players and staff bustled about, preparing for another day of training.

Navigating through the familiar paths, I headed towards the physiotherapy area, my mind buzzing with thoughts of the night before. Last night had been a whirlwind of unexpected flirtation and shared moments with Mapi. A smile tugged at my lips as I recalled her playfulness and the magnetic pull between us. Despite the professional setting of the training ground, I couldn't shake the lingering thrill of our connection.

Spotting Mapi across the field, engaged in conversation with another player, I felt a rush of anticipation. Her gaze flickered in my direction, and for a fleeting moment, our eyes locked. There was an unspoken exchange—a silent acknowledgment of the shared secret between us from the night before.

As Mapi excused herself from the conversation, she made her way towards me with a confident stride, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Buenos días, Y/N. Did you sleep well?"

I returned her smile, grateful for her ease in this potentially awkward situation. "Yes, thank you. And you?"

Mapi shrugged casually, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Not bad. Always better when there's good company."

The tension between us simmered beneath the surface, and I couldn't help but glance around discreetly, ensuring no one was within earshot. "Last night was... unexpected."

Mapi chuckled softly, her voice low and teasing. "That it was. But sometimes the best moments are the ones that catch us by surprise."

I nodded in agreement, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I just hope we can keep things professional here."

"Of course," Mapi reassured me, her expression earnest. "What happens outside of training stays outside of training."

Her understanding put me at ease, and I smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Mapi."

Before either of us could delve deeper into the topic, the team's head coach called for everyone to gather on the field. Mapi flashed me a quick, knowing grin before jogging off to join her teammates, leaving me to collect my thoughts amidst the bustling activity.

Throughout the training session, Mapi and I maintained a professional demeanor, exchanging occasional glances that held a secret shared between us. The chemistry between us simmered beneath the surface, adding a tantalizing tension to our interactions that I couldn't ignore.

As the session drew to a close, Mapi approached me once more, her expression thoughtful. "How about we grab a coffee after this? Somewhere discreet."

I smiled, appreciating Mapi's gesture and the opportunity to continue our conversation in a more private setting. "That sounds perfect."

With a nod of agreement, Mapi returned to the field to complete her drills, leaving me to finish up my responsibilities with a sense of anticipation for what our coffee date might bring. Despite the challenges of navigating a budding romance within the confines of a professional environment, I couldn't deny the excitement and connection I felt with Mapi.

The remainder of the day passed in a blur of physiotherapy sessions and team meetings, but my thoughts kept returning to the upcoming coffee date with Mapi. It was a chance to explore where our newfound connection might lead, away from the prying eyes of teammates and staff.

Finally, as the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, signaling the end of another busy day, I found myself standing outside a quaint café not far from the training ground. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the anticipation that fluttered in my chest.

Moments later, Mapi arrived, her presence commanding attention as always. She greeted me with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hey, Y/N. Thanks for meeting me."

"My pleasure," I replied, returning her smile. "It's nice to have some time away from the field."

We ordered our coffees and settled into a secluded corner of the café, the ambience cozy and intimate. The conversation flowed effortlessly between us, ranging from football banter to shared interests and aspirations. Mapi's charm and wit were captivating, and I found myself drawn to her magnetic personality all over again.

As we talked, Mapi's touch became more deliberate, her hand brushing against mine as she gestured animatedly. I couldn't help but notice the way her gaze lingered on my lips again, a subtle invitation that sent a rush of heat through me. The flirtatious undertones between us were undeniable, each moment charged with unspoken desire.

"So," Mapi began, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "tell me, Y/N. What's your favorite thing about Barcelona so far?"

I met her gaze, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Honestly? Meeting you."

A soft smile tugged at Mapi's lips, her eyes sparkling with genuine affection. "Likewise, Y/N. It's been... unexpected, but in the best way possible."

Our conversation continued late into the evening, the café growing quieter as the night deepened around us. Mapi and I shared stories, laughter, and more than a few lingering glances that spoke volumes about the growing connection between us.

As we finally made our way out of the café, the city lights twinkling around us, Mapi leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "I'm glad we met, Y/N."

I smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at her words. "Me too, Mapi."

With a gentle touch, Mapi brushed a strand of hair from my face, her fingers lingering against my cheek. "Until next time, then?"

"Until next time," I echoed softly, savoring the moment before we reluctantly parted ways, each of us carrying the promise of what the future might hold for us in Barcelona.