Talia had been pulled into going clubbing with Sofia, Coach Morales' oldest daughter, even though the idea of going out in Spain felt a little daunting, but Sofia had insisted.
"Come on, Talia, you can't come all the way to Spain and not experience the nightlife," Sofia had said with a grin that made it impossible for Talia to say no.
Now, they were in the heart of a lively club, neon lights flashing, the bass of the music thumping through the air. Sofia's friends, Marta, Luis, Julia, and Nacho, were all there too, welcoming Talia into the group without hesitation. They ordered drinks, laughed, and danced until the music took over their bodies.
Talia found herself caught up in the rhythm of the music, letting the beats guide her movements as they all danced together in a close-knit circle. The language barrier didn't seem to matter anymore—laughter and fun didn't need translation. Sofia's friends were kind and welcoming, even if they spoke rapid Spanish that Talia struggled to keep up with. Whenever things got too fast, Sofia or one of the others would slow down and help her understand, making her feel like part of the group.
"¡Salud!" they cheered together, raising their glasses before knocking back their drinks.
Sofia leaned into Talia, her voice raised to be heard over the music. "Having fun yet?"
Talia laughed. "More than I thought I would!"
They danced some more, lost in the energy of the room. It was liberating—after everything she'd been through recently, it felt good to just let loose. But after a while, Talia realized she was the only one left without a drink.
"I'm going to the bar for another one," she said to Sofia, who was too caught up in the music to need a refill.
Sofia waved her off, dancing with Marta and Luis. "Go ahead! We'll be here!"
Talia weaved her way through the crowd, heading to the bar.
At the bar, Talia found herself gently bumped by someone—a shorter brunette who seemed to be struggling to get the bartender's attention amidst the packed crowd. The woman looked flustered, her smaller stature making it difficult to be noticed over the sea of people.
Talia, without hesitation, leaned forward and flagged down the bartender for her. "Over here!" she called out, catching the bartender's eye before gesturing to the brunette.
The woman blinked in surprise, then turned to Talia with a grateful smile. "Gracias... thank you."
"No problem," Talia said, offering her a friendly smile in return.
The brunette took a moment, her eyes flickering over Talia as if assessing something, before she tilted her head curiously. "You... not from here, yes?" she asked in broken English, her accent thick but charming.
Talia nodded, amused by the question. "No, I'm not."
"Where... from?" the woman asked, leaning closer to hear her over the noise of the club.
"Australia," Talia replied.
The woman's eyes widened, clearly impressed. "Australia? Wow... that's... far."
Talia shrugged with a grin. "Yeah, it is. But worth the trip."
The brunette laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with interest. "You... like Spain?"
Talia leaned in slightly, her tone playful as she said, "Yeah, Spain's beautiful... and so are the people." Her words carried a subtle flirtation, making Aitana smile, a light blush coloring her cheeks.
They talked for a while longer, the conversation comfortable and warm despite the language barrier. Talia noticed Aitana struggling a bit with English, so she offered with a grin, "I can speak Spanish... just, you know, slowly, so I understand."
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Her Swimmer
FanfictionI don't claim to know anyone in this personally and therefore their character, personality and sexuality (which I am not assuming for anyone) may not be accurate but is only for the story
