A female who struggles with many battles of emotions against a person of the opposite gender who is known as the famous player of Real Madrid Marco Asensio.
I heard two sharp knocks against my small apartment door,dropping the cup that I was drying With a towel walking towards the door I unlocked it swinging it open.
I saw the landlord face fuming with anger, shoving a piece of paper Towards my eyes I took it reading it realizing I haven't paid the rent four months in a row.
Slapping my forehead, shutting my eyes tightly As I heard Mr.Sanchez yell on how I'll be thrown out of my apartment if I did not pay the rent by twenty four hours listening to his lecture,he kept blabbing on & on.
He yelled for about a good twenty minutes and then left with a last warning glance.
Closing the door,I rested my back against it thinking about how am I going to get a job in twenty four hours.
A sigh escaped my lips,I felt the urge to cry but did not.Swallowing my tears I shut my eyelids tightly it felt good to relax for a bit.
I inhaled and exhaled and kept repeating this action feeling more calmed and collected,
Aria you were a bright flower in a garden where you have been plucked out off of your buds to face the world on your own,you are a bright gleam that walks down a darkened path lightening it the same instant you step into.
I opened my eyelids greeted by the sun rays,with a perfect motivation and a smack of some sense of reality,I smiled brightly jogging towards my wardrobe taking out a knitted sweater over my leggings and white shirt pulling the knitted sweater on,I descended Down the stairs with a mission in mind.
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"Buenos Días" (Good morning!) I chirped entering the little cafe, seeing Ms.Fernandez,her face graced me with a motherly feeling making me smile wider than I am that felt my cheeks would blow in process.
"Aria mi cariño" (Aria my sweetie) she greeted me in a motherly tone,walking towards me she engulfed me in her bear hug.Her warmth and loving emotions seeped through my veins leaving me warm in this harsh weather.
"Te ves hermoso" She said cupping both of my cheeks in her warm hands as I pushed my face more loving the feeling of her skin against my skin.
Titling my head to the side,she smacked her forehead a habit of hers and mine since I spend my whole leisure time with her.
"You look beautiful" She repeated,and I blushed at her words Shaking my head violently I said "No,Ms.Fernandez I don't look beautiful"
She slapped my arm as soon the words left my lips,I rubbed the place where she slapped me she mumbled a quick sorry checking if I was fine which I assured her I am and no serious damage had happened.
Pointing her index finger towards me,she said in a warning tone yet gentle as caresses. "You are beautiful.Don't let someone ever doubt you on that."
I nodded slowly,she then said,"that insane landlord of yours must've upset you on this beautiful bright morning." Her voice had a curiosity laced in them once I didn't say anything she took it as a 'yes' and walked towards the shelf where a stack Of entertaining books were placed in a neat order.
"Here"she said handing me a newspaper,I glanced at her confusion written all over my face.
"See for yourself."she said leaving me not before pinching my cheeks and saying something in Spanish.
Seeing her walk away I sat on a chair at the corner of the cozy cafe,taking in the newspaper and what was so important or urgent that made Ms.Fernandez hand me it and tell me to see it for myself?
I questioned myself,while my hands worked on looking through the news and everything coming with a circled job advertising.
I squealed as everyone looked at me weirdly,but paused with what were they doing Ms.Fernandez smiled as I rushed over hugging her tightly I skipped out of the cafe catching a cab praying that maybe this time I'd get hired.
++ I'm writing this fan-fiction for fun,and I don't know anything, ANYTHING about Marco Asensio.
