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7

Esperanza made sure that Seraphim was fast asleep before she started getting dressed up.

It was time for her therapy session with Gareth, and she couldn't deny the urge to look good. After all, it was her long-time idol she was talking about.

She had checked that everything in the study room (which had clearly become her office, by the way) was in order, before making it a point to beautify herself.

Dressed in a simple almost-crop-top beige turtle neck and medium wash jeans, she matched them along with her deep brown sandals and a sparkling deathly hollows charm.

She was in the comfort of her home; she needn't think of wearing appropriate attire.

And indeed, she was a little astounded at the fact that the footballers were more than willing to visit her at her humble abode rather than her official office at the Estadio Santiago Bernabeù. She wasn't quite sure what to make of that thought either.

As she quickly applied a thin layer of lipgloss, fluffing her hair while opting for a natural look, the doorbell sounded through her proper flat.

She quickly walked out of the room, running to the door so as not to keep her client and guest waiting.

She shot her serene smile to the fine man in front of her.

Gareth, who wasn't quite famous for looking good, seemed to have made an effort this time, dressed in a white crisp shirt and dark jeans, slightly pulling at the hem of his dashing brick red pullover. His man bun, which Esperanza was secretly a huge fan of, was casually placed atop of his head as he gazed at her with his crystalline eyes.

His lips were curved in a cheerful smile, making the young Spaniard unable to be unhappy.

"For you," he grinned cheerfully, reaching behind his back and handing her a sweet-smelling bouquet of daffodils.

"Gracias, Gareth," she inhaled the pungent scent, "They would fit nicely with the atmosphere of the living room."

He shifted a bit awkwardly on his two feet, making her eyes widen as she seemingly forgot her manners.

"Oh, sorry, come in!"

After Isco's appointment the day before, she seemed a little shaken up. Isco's issue seemed to be a large one, and after letting him come to terms with the fact that it was alright to feel as he did, Isco had left quickly, almost embarrassed to be seen at a therapist's.

Esperanza, however, was far from offended. She could feel for the dark-eyed man.

Gareth smiled lopsidedly as he stepped inside her cozy flat.

As she filled a crystal vase with water from her kitchen, Gareth admired her apartment.

"Your place is awfully colorful," he mused, "I love it."

Esperanza stepped back in with the flowers arranged as gracefully as possible.

"Thank you," she grinned, "I personally designed it myself."

Gareth hummed as he nodded his head appreciatively, his sparkling eyes somehow not catching her young daughter in her crib as they shifted through the rooms to move to her office.