She was on vacations in Madrid, taking a break from her academic life, when they first met. Call it destiny, call it a good trial, but the fact is: she's wasn't prepared for this. [Luka Modric x OC]
Sleep didn't come at all. I rolled over in bed a few times, but I couldn't stay comfortably in the same position for long.
I sighed and rubbed my face. Of course, the events of the night had messed with my psyche too much to let me sleep. The fact that I'd met Luka was spinning around in my brain like an out-of-control machine, and the way our brief contact had unfolded was reason enough for me to pick up my phone from the bedside table and open Instagram to search for his profile there.
When I found it, I scrolled through the feed and looked at the posts - lots about Real Madrid, Croatia, a few photos of him with three children, which I immediately identified as his kids, and a few more casual ones. I spent at least fifteen minutes analyzing the content, until I came across an old post, from three years ago, of Luka with a very beautiful, blonde, light-eyed woman. The caption read "Happy Birthday, my love". Then, digging deeper, I realized that there were more photos with the same woman, but the dates were all from four or five years earlier.
I wondered if this woman, who I imagined to be his wife and the mother of his children, was still a part of Luka's life. I remembered the fact that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring on his finger, and it all made me feel a little uncomfortable.
I deeply wished that I wasn't interfering in the dynamics of anyone's relationship, because the last thing I needed in my life was something like this. I've always been a fan of serious, calm love relationships and, although I've had a few painful experiences in the past, I've never had any major complications in this area. So I thought that if Luka was married to that beautiful woman and gave me a ride, however naïve I might have been, it might not have been a very nice situation. I particularly wouldn't want to know that my husband had taken a single, unknown woman away from a restaurant.
The feeling of guilt weighed heavily on me at that moment. Perhaps I really should try to get to sleep as quickly as possible and put the whole night's situation in some compartment of my brain that would remain there, on standby, inaccessible.
And, determined, that's what I did.
But my determination only lasted until the next time I met Nat, over a very pleasant lunch, the day before my flight back to Brazil.
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-So you got a ride with Luka Modric? Just another normal day living in Madrid...
-Perhaps I wasn't in my right mind to accept. But it's not my fault, I was a bit stunned by his sudden disappearance, and his offer seemed so innocent and genuine...
