-𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮- 𝙇𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙡

fitting right in

XXX took a lil break but it doesn't really matter tbh cus no one's reading this shit so like... ye XXX

The following morning, Zirah woke up with a lingering sense of happiness from the previous day. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the time she spent with Lamine—the laughter, the stories, and especially the hug that had felt so perfect and natural. She couldn't help but smile as she got ready for the day.

When she arrived at the training ground, the team was buzzing with energy. Marta Torrejón waved her over, a knowing look in her eyes.

"How was your day off?" Marta asked with a teasing grin.

"It was great," Zirah replied, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Lamine showed me around Park Güell."

Marta raised an eyebrow. "Oh, did he now? Sounds like you two are getting along well."

"Yeah, we are," Zirah said, unable to hide her smile.

As practice began, Zirah found herself more focused and motivated than ever. The camaraderie and support from her teammates, combined with the growing connection she felt with Lamine, filled her with a renewed sense of purpose.

After an intense training session, the team gathered for a cool-down. Zirah noticed Lamine walking over from the men's practice field. He caught her eye and gave her a warm smile, which she returned.

"Hey, Zirah," he called out, jogging over. "How was practice?"

"Exhausting but good," she replied, wiping sweat from her forehead. "How about you?"

"Same here," Lamine said, glancing at the rest of the team, who were watching their interaction with interest. "I was thinking... if you're not too tired, maybe we could grab some dinner later?"

Zirah's heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that."

"Great. I'll text you the details," Lamine said, his smile widening.

As Lamine walked away, Marta and a few of the other girls gathered around Zirah, their eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"So, what's going on between you two?" Marta asked, nudging Zirah playfully.

Zirah laughed, feeling a bit shy. "We're just getting to know each other better. He's really sweet."

"He definitely likes you," one of her teammates said, grinning. "You should go for it, Zirah. You two make a cute couple."

Zirah felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The idea of getting closer to Lamine was thrilling, but she also wanted to take things slow and see where it led.

That evening, Zirah met Lamine at a cozy little restaurant in the heart of Barcelona. The ambiance was warm and inviting, with soft lighting and the faint sound of Spanish guitar music playing in the background.

Lamine stood up to greet her as she arrived, his smile lighting up the room. "Hey, Zirah. You look amazing."

"Thanks, Lamine. You too," Zirah replied, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks.

They were seated at a table near a window, the view of the bustling streets adding to the charm of the evening. As they looked over the menu, Zirah felt a comfortable ease between them, as if they had known each other for much longer than just a few weeks.

"Have you tried paella yet?" Lamine asked, glancing up from his menu.

"Not yet, but I've been wanting to," Zirah admitted.

"Then we have to get it. It's a must-have in Barcelona," Lamine said with enthusiasm.

They ordered their food, and as they waited, their conversation flowed naturally. They talked about their favorite places in the city, shared stories from their childhoods, and laughed about funny moments from training.

As the evening progressed, Zirah felt the connection between them deepen. There was something about Lamine that made her feel safe and understood. She found herself opening up to him in ways she hadn't with anyone else.

After dinner, they decided to take a walk along the beach. The sound of the waves and the cool evening breeze created a serene atmosphere. They walked side by side, their hands occasionally brushing against each other.

"Thanks for tonight, Lamine. I had a great time," Zirah said, looking up at him.

"Me too, Zirah. I'm really glad we did this," Lamine replied, his voice soft.

They stopped at a quiet spot, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on the water. Zirah felt a mix of emotions—happiness, excitement, and a bit of nervousness.

Lamine turned to her, his expression serious yet tender. "Zirah, I really love spending time with you."

Zirah's heart swelled with emotion. "I feel the same way, I love spending time with you."

Feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude, Zirah stepped closer and wrapped her arms around Lamine in a soft, heartfelt hug. He held her gently, the embrace filled with unspoken promises and a sense of shared understanding.

As they stood there, enveloped in each other's warmth, Zirah knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful. She felt a sense of calm and certainty, knowing that whatever the future held, they would face it together.

XXX im liking where this is going tbh XXX