| adira carlevaro's pov |
three days later
sergio : can't wait to you again adira :)
a smile appears on my face when reading that message.
'who just texted you to make you smile that wide?' asks mum.
'it's no one.' i say. she just shrugs and goes back to packing some boxes until she takes my phone out of my hand.
'mum!'
'ooh who's sergio?' she asks.
'just this guy i met on the plane the other day.'
'is he attractive?'
'very attractive and very spanish. and he's currently in barcelona so we're planning to meet up.'
'so you're going on a date?'
'oh no not a date! just as friends.'
'when are you meeting him?'
'on the beach for tapas and cocktails at two.'
'adira it's quarter to two now.' she says and i quickly jump up.
'shit i'm going to be late!' i say getting my phone out to call a taxi.
'relax, i'll drive you.' says my mum getting her car keys.
'thanks mum, you're a lifesaver.' i say giving her a quick hug.
'anything for you love.' she says with a smile.
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i quickly walk towards the bar which sergio gave me directions to earlier and see him sitting with his back opposite me.
'hey, sorry i'm late.' i say with a smile and sitting next to me.
'you're right on time.' he says with a smile.
'what would you like to drink?' he asks.
'just a gin and tonic.' i ask and sergio just looks at me.
'what? i'm british?' i say laughing.
'who knew british people could be so cute.' says sergio making me blush slightly.
'so what brings you to barcelona?'
'just visiting some friends and i'm going back to madrid tomorrow.'
'that's pretty cool, do you travel around a lot?'
'yeah, it comes with my job.'
'oh that's pretty cool. what do you do? wait sorry i'm bombarding you with questions.'
'it's quite alright. i'm a sports journalist so i travel around a lot and have to follow different sports mainly football.' he says and i pull a face at the word football.
'i remember you telling me how much you hated football on the plane.' he says laughing.
'so my turn to ask you some questions. what's your job?'
'well i don't have a specific job yet but i'm currently working in a department store. i normally change jobs quite a lot but i enjoy this one a lot.'
'why don't you use your language skills towards a job? there's loads of jobs that involve knowing multiple languages.'
'i only know english some italian and spanish i'm not that amazing at.'
'i could help you.' says sergio smiling.
'i'll keep that in mind.' i say and then a football arrives in our direction.
'pass us the ball mister!' shouts the group of kids wearing football jerseys while playing football on the beach. sergio takes off his sunglasses and kicks the ball in their direction.
'real madrid sucks! força barça!' one of the little kids shouts making sergio frown.
'what was that about?' i ask confused.
'it was nothing. so how old are you?' he says then he stops.
'that was really impolite of me i'm sorry.'
'it's fine.' i say laughing, 'i'm twenty three, what about you?'
'twenty eight.'
'ew you're nearly thirty, i feel bad for you.'
'you're so cute you know that right?' says sergio.
'and you're really hot but i think you know that.' i blurt out then realising what i just said.
'i- i'm so sorry. it just came out and i didn't realise what i was saying.'
'you're so adorable.' he says making me blush.
'stop making me blush.' i say and then we sit in silence for a few minutes as we sip our drinks.
i like sergio, he's nice, funny and very attractive. i'm glad we sat on the plane together the other day even if it did send me in the wrong direction. but it was nice considering it was filled with a plane filled with stuck up footballers.
staying in contact won't be hard especially with all the social media available nowadays. but sergio still hasn't told me his surname which i find a little strange.
'this might be a little straight forward but what's your surname? so i can follow you on social media.'
'it's garcìa but i don't have anything apart from a phone number. i'm not a big fan of instagram and facebook and all that.'
'fair enough.' i say with a shrug.
'are you hungry? would you like some tapas?' he asks changing the subject.
'yes, i'd love some! but you're the spanish one here so you know what's best.' i say and he orders something to the waiter.
'i have an important question.' he says.
'which is?'
'do you really think i'm hot?'
what do you think to sergio so far?
