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"i just want to pour my heart out to someone and never see them again.
~t.a"

Esperanza quietly hummed to herself a song her mom used to sing to her when she was just a toddler in her carry cot.

When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother what will I be.

Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?

Here's what she said to me.

Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.

The future's not ours to see.

Que sera, sera.

What will be, will be.

And so, be it as it may, she extracted her laptop from her workbag, and started booting up the system in order to begin with her plans for her therapy sessions.

Too busy clicking away at her notes, she didn't notice the tall and broad Welsh footballer jogging up her way, panting heavily, his loose brown hair strands matted to his face with sweat despite making sure that it had been neatly made into a bun previously.

"Buenos tardes, preciosa," his sweet, lilting voice broke her out of her thoughts.

The beautiful Spaniard looked up from her laptop, placing it beside her as she transplanted a delicate smile on her equally delicate face.

"Buenos días, señor Bale. How may I be of aid?" she looked into his sparkling turquoise eyes.

"I was wondering what would a hermosa woman like you be doing here among us rowdy idiots," he smiled adorably, a light blush covering his cheeks, fanning his almost-invisibly-freckled face.

Esperanza folded her arms across her chest, sitting back straight, her serene smile never ceasing, as Gareth took a seat next to her, bringing up his arm to wipe at his sweaty forehead.

"I am the new team therapist, doctor Esperanza Valdez."

Gareth stuck out his hand, which she gladly accepted, a broad grin showing off his slightly-off-scale teeth crossing his face.

"I would hug you, but I don't think that you would like the smell of dirt and sweat," he raised his eyebrows slightly as Esperanza let out a tinkly laugh.

"Wise enough," she hummed, as she tried her best to bury her inner fangirl deep down; the Gareth Bale, Real Madrid number 11, was willing to hug her.

He made a move to reach down and pick up a towel from his grey training bag, and started rummaging through his bag, mumbling a quick, "I should have it around here somewhere."

Esperanza watched his actions, slightly intrigued but not particularly showing it.

"Aha!" he heaved satisfied, bouncing back up with a plain Real Madrid jersey and a black Sharpie.

Esperanza cocked her head slightly to the side, still not voicing any questions.

Their shocking eyes met as his twinkled slightly, "It definitely won't be fair for us to sign jerseys for fans and ignore the members of our family," he stated kindly.