After that night Antoine kept going to the same bar just to see her, surprisingly she was there all the time from morning to night, she was there.
"Here again, huh?" He heard the familiar voice of Clara's come around the corner.
"Is that supposed to be a bad thing?" Antoine smirked making Clara roll her eyes.
"I guess not."
"When does your shift end?" Antoine asked.
"Midnight." She said filling him a glass of whiskey and handing it to him.
"What if I said I wanted vodka?" Antoine smirked holding the glass up to his upper lip about to drink it but Clara's facial expression made him giggle.
"I'm kidding, babe, I don't want vodka." Antoine downed the glass of whiskey and set the cup back on the bar.
"Why do you always come back? Is she still a heartache for you?" Clara asked taking another glass and giving Antoine another one.
"Kind of," Antoine shrugged taking the new glass and downing this one too.
"You like me." Clara smirked making Antoine shake his head fast, "what?! Woah there I never said that."
"I know you didn't but usually the same guy doesn't come to the same bar at the same time he has been coming, and comes to the same seat and always wants to see me."
Antoine rolled his eyes, "I don't like you, you disgust me."
Clara laughed, "then why did you ask me when my shift ended?"
Antoine blushed, "alright you got me there but I don't like you as a crush."
"Never said it like that, grizi."
After a few more hours Clara's shift sad over and Antoine and her headed out to a pub that was open all night.
"Antoine, this place is packed!" She shouted at him and he nodded.
"It's the best pub in Madrid! Of course it is!"
Clara smiled holding on to Antoine's arm as he pushed through the crowd of people waiting.
"Ah, Mr.Griezmann, right this way." The waiter smiled taking the two to the far back table in the corner away from the crowds.
"This is nice." Clara smiled looking at Antoine who was on his phone.
"Hey, I can go back to work if you are just going to be on your phone the whole time." She said catching his attention right off the bat.
"No, no I'm sorry I was just texting a teammate of mine."
"Teammate? What do you do? American football?"
Antoine laughed, "oh, honey, you are certainly an American for sure, I play European football."
"What's the difference?"
"A huge difference." Antoine said making Clara roll her eyes.
"What is it?"
"We don't have a quarterback and we don't catch we play with our feet and head that's it."
"Sounds boring to me." Clara said.
"You've never watched soccer?" Antoine said making Clara laugh, "gee when you said European football you really had me going that it was a different style of American football."
Antoine shook his head, "it's a good thing you are pretty, babe."
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