Trials

Chapter 4: Dive

For a few moments, I remained open-mouthed, staring at the screen of my phone. 

"OH." was all I could answer, but I was still speechless knowing that I was receiving messages from Luka Modric. In what possible reality of my life could this happen?

When the euphoria subsided, I began to think about why he was contacting me. Could it really be him? Obviously he wouldn't identify himself because he was a celebrity, so, saying "LM", was the way out he used, assuming that I would associate the initials with the prefix of Madrid.

Which, obviously, didn't happen. Did he really think I would be so quick to realize what was going on at that moment?

And that had cost me my patience and, as a gift, all he got was a rudeness from me as a courtesy, a fact that made me want to die slowly.

"What am I going to answer this man?!" - I thought out loud. I looked around, searching for something nonexistent that could give me clarity to think, and what I found was the bottle of wine.

I refilled my glass, took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself to enter an atmosphere completely unfamiliar to me, which was have a conversation via mobile app - something I really hated - with a world football superstar, elected as Ballon D'Or and thousands other awards.

When I sat down on the sofa, I received a message from him.

"🙄"

I really needed to apologize, but Luka needed to understand that I could not have guessed it was him. Not so quickly, at least.

"How will I know it's you?"

Nice shot!

A few seconds later, the reply came.

"I thought the information about the ride and the lost phone were enough"

"They could be, but still, not enough".

Some time later, another message arrived.

"You were wearing a black dress with a red bag that matched the color of your lipstick."

A blush covered my face, which was already starting to burn at that point.

"Many people saw me that night, it would still be very easy."

"You said you're open to get to know musical artists from other countries."

"..."

A minute later, he threw the towel.

"I give up."

I tried to go over all the topics we'd talked about in 15 minutes and remembered one that he probably wouldn't, but that would be enough to confirm that it was really him I was talking to.