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after the match, azaria decides to text gavi, congratulating him on the win. his reply is fast, thanking her for the message. they text back and forth for a while, azaria curious to find out their plans for the celebrations tonight and gavi wondering what plans she has in germany.
gavi brings up the topic of azaria's future movie roles. one thing leads to another and suddenly gavi has spent the flight to spain texting her on and off, the conversation veering into hobbies and finding out they have more in common with each other than they thought.
"who're you texting? your girlfriend?" ferran's voice cuts through gavi's train of thought as his head peers up from the seat in front. gavi reaches out to shove ferran back into his seat, but he resists.
"azaria's not my-"
"who said anything about azaria?" ferran's smug look makes gavi's temper rise, knowing he's been caught. gavi can feel his ears turn red as slumps a little more in his seat and sighs defeatedly at the elder boy.
"we literally just met," gavi defends himself weakly.
"and you were making heart eyes at her the entire time," pedri pipes up unhelpfully from the seat beside him. gavi smacks him on the head. ferran laughs and turns back to his seat as the pilot announces their descent.
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oh im about to land time for the celebrating to begin
ENJOYYY don't get too drunk
LMAO no promises
fully expecting a debrief in the morning
dw i'll just give u live updates
HAHA can't bear to go a minute without texting me can u
