• Chapter 3 •

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Nuria POV

-Isco, room 317. Kaka, room 318. Jese, room 319.

I'm waiting for the players to be assigned to their rooms until knowing what is mine. Finally, they call me.

- Room 332, I'm told.
- Thank you.

I take my key and head to the elevator. Seeing me coming, Sergio stops the doors from closing to let me in.

- Thanks, I tell him, leaning back against a wall, facing him.
- So, he asks me, do you like to work for Real Madrid?
- Yes. A lot.

Suddenly my arm touches the one of the person next to me. A shiver runs through my body. I look up and see Mesut smiling at me. I can't help but smile too. I already knew he was handsome before being hired by Real Madrid, but I must say that his smile is even better in reality than in pictures. I realize that I'm fixing him, so I look down quickly. At that moment the elevator doors open. I head to my room and noticed that Mesut and Sergio follow me. Finally, Mesut stops at the door just before my room, and Sergio at the one in front of Mesut's. I smile as I entered my room. Looks like it does not really bother Sergio talking to me. And maybe if our rooms are so close to each other, we will have the opportunity to talk. And maybe I'd be able to speak a full sentence before we return to Madrid. I decide to lie down for a bit before dinner and fall asleep quickly. A few hours later, someone knocks on my door and wake me up.

- It's time to eat, someone warns me.

I'm still lying a few moments, remembering the dream I was doing. He had his arms around me, his face inches from mine. He looked me straight in the eyes. And I had to wake up at this moment. Nevertheless, it is with a smile on the lips that I get out of my room to eat. And out, I obviously bump into him.

- Hurry, I won't hold the elevator another time, says Sergio laughing while Mesut smiles.

During the meal, I sit as usual with the rest of the staff. A few tables away, I see Sergio and Mesut talking, laughing... and turning regularly to me. Why are they watching me? I hate when people look at me. They continue to discuss and suddenly watch me laughing. I'm sure they are making fun of me. I sigh, quickly finish to eat and go back to my room. While I wait for the elevator, Sergio and Mesut join me.

- Don't get away, Sergio says to me with a smile.

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