Chapter 2

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-Isabelle-

The low hum of the air conditioning filled my hotel room, cutting through the fog of exhaustion that had settled over me. Another day filled with interviews, team meetings, and hours of talking strategy for the upcoming race. All I wanted now was a moment to unwind, to just lose myself in something mindless for a bit.

I kicked off my shoes, sank into bed, and reached for my phone. Scrolling through Instagram felt like a good escape, a few minutes of zoning out. Swipe after swipe, post after post, my mind drifted in and out, my thumb moving without much thought.

Then, as if by instinct, I clicked “like” on a photo. My eyes widened as I realized whose photo I’d just liked—Pablo Gavi, the young football star who played for none other than Barcelona.

I almost laughed at the irony. Here I was, a die-hard Madrid fan, accidentally liking the post of a Barca player. Fantastic, I thought with a smirk. Still, it was just a like; it didn’t mean anything. Besides, he probably wouldn’t even notice.

I debated unliking it, but the thought passed quickly. No need to overthink it. With a shrug, I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and closed my eyes, more amused than anything as I finally drifted off to sleep.





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-Pablo-

It was one of those perfect nights—a big win on the pitch, the energy high, and now we were out at a pub, celebrating as a team. A few rounds of drinks, good music, and a lot of laughs. I was half-paying attention to the conversation around me when Pedri suddenly grabbed my shoulder, his phone in his other hand, his face lit up with excitement

“Mate! You are not going to believe this!” he practically shouted, his eyes wide as he waved his phone in my face.

I laughed, pushing his hand away. “Alright, calm down! What’s got you all worked up?”

Pedri grinned, barely able to contain himself. “Look at this. Isabelle Carter just liked your post!”

I blinked, taking a second to process. “Who?”

He gave me a look, like I’d just said something completely out of touch. “Isabelle Carter. The F1 driver? The one who took the podium at Monza last season? She’s a huge deal, mate. Everyone’s talking about her. She’s practically a superstar in the making.”

“Oh, right. The F1 girl.” I shrugged, glancing down at his phone, where sure enough, Isabelle Carter’s name was right there, bold as day. I couldn’t help but feel a spark of surprise. I’d heard of her, of course. Anyone in the sports world would’ve at least known her name by now. But to see her name under my post? That was…unexpected.

Pedri slapped my shoulder grinning even wider. “You think she’s into you? She liked your post, man. She’s a Madrid fan! This is huge!”

I snorted, rolling my eyes at him. “Relax, Pedri. It’s just a like. It probably means nothing. I bet she didn’t even notice who she was liking.”

He gave me a doubtful smirk, but I waved him off, grabbing my drink and taking a sip. Sure, I’d brush it off. But even as I did, I found myself glancing back at my phone, replaying her name in my mind.

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