Virtual Love | Antoine Griezmann

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smut in this chapter, so you've been warned!!

"Who's this? Is she your new girl?"

"No, Antoine, she's yours."

Oh mon Dieu, Antoine thought to himself. The confidence quickly drained out of him as he froze up. Guys from his team shouted out. Antoine felt like a fool for teasing Fernando, but how was he supposed to know this was the girl he had been so caught up with?

He bolted from the scene, grabbing a towel from the bench and headed to the shower (like he had planned before getting sidetracked and ripping his shirt from his body while chanting like a maniac).

Fernando lead Carmen out of the change room and made small talk with her until Antoine reappeared again. After his shower he had yelled at his teammates, demanding for a nice shirt that he could borrow. He came out wearing a denim shirt with black jeans, rather than the sweats he brought for himself to change into.

Carmen went to say something, but found her words caught in the back of her throat as she observed his new appearance. His hair, which was still damp, was combed over on one side with hints of blonde standing out from the natural brown. And his eyes—oh his eyes looked like a gift from the ocean that Poseidon himself had delivered to Antoine.

Likewise, Antoine found himself taken aback by her beauty. Dressed in his jersey with a few strands of her brown hair that had come loose from her pony tail, she looked like a walking goddess in his mind. Antoine found her warm gaze connect with his, while her red lips curved into a small smile as she started the conversation.

"Hi, I'm Carmen."

Antoine wished he had said something first, but his childhood shyness always came back at the worst times; normally when he was in the presence of a pretty girl.

"I'm Antoine, I mean you probably already know me so... But I'm not saying you did, it's totally fine if you didn't!" He sighed and cursed in French before saying, "Je suis désole..."

Carmen was stunned at how the professional footballer stumbled over his words. She couldn't believe how the intriguing individual she chatted with online could be so timid and fragile in real life. After all, he was just another human being and she understood that, feeling quite nervous to speak as well.

"Sorry I didn't believe you."

Antoine's facial expression changed to surprised, "You don't need to apologize!"

"I felt like it was necessary. I was being a bit of a bitch ignoring you like that, but I can't stand liars... And when I thought about talking to a professional footballer, it seemed surreal."

"Please, forget all that's happened. I– I just can't believe you really came here... For me." Antoine broke eye contact and scratched the back of his head.

"Thank the 'Love Whisperer', not me!"

"No, did he really get to you, too?!"

The two reconnected friends shared a laugh. The rest of the team was now beginning to exit the change rooms and seemed to leave the pair alone, except for one man.

"How could you not even recognize your own girl?" He laughed.

"Yannick, please." Antoine gritted his teeth and desperately tried to ignore the fact that his teammate was interrupting their first conversation that didn't involve technology.

"Come on, even I remember her!"
Both Antoine and Carmen had a similar expression of shock, "You do?!"

"Of course I do! I bet half the team does! She's the only girl who didn't want to meet us! Please tell me you remember some of that? It was hilarious to watch her brother force her to take multiple pictures."