Raphaël Varane : I found my home

Exploring

Jessica's POV. Earlier that day my dad and I decided to go out and look around the city . " Pops , You ready ?" I asked . " I'm already downstairs Jess . " he said laughing . I went downstairs , grabbed my camera and we strolled around the city taking pictures when we found a cafe and decided to and get since it was only 8:30 in the morning . " No way , Pops look . " I whispered to him . " What dear , Oh my god that's Marco Asensio . He saw me and came up to me with a smile . " You're the girl that I saw in the airport. You really are beautiful . " He said . " Yo....you.....saw me ? " I asked stuttering. " I take you're a Real fan , my friend and I saw you in the airport and he couldn't stop talking about you . " He said laughing . " I am and my I ask who's this friend of yours . " I asked . " I need your digits , name and trust first . " he said confident . " And why would I give that to you , the flirty Asensio? " he smiled and looked at me . " I think this will be great friendship and it's not just for me it's also for my friend and I'll give you a hint , he's also a Real Madrid player . Do you trust me now ? " he said waiting for answer . " Just give me a call later to make sure this shit wasn't a dream ." He laughed loud and my father looked at us with a smile . " Ok I'll call you and damn your father looks good , tell him I said that .Bye Bonita !" As he left I played what just happened in my mind and I squealed. The rest of the day was pretty boring . Until about 5:00 when my phone rang , oh that annoying IPhone ringtone . Marco : Hey Jessica Me : You actually remembered Marco : Of course Marco : I'm not gonna give your number to my friend until he's in Madrid or home with his family ok . Me : Ok Marco , is it someone from France ? Just a guess. Marco : Ummmmm, well , Oh fuck , yes it is good guess bonita. Me : 😂😂 I'm getting better . Marco : I love your accent where are you from Bonita ? Me : My father and I are from Italy but we came here from England . Marco : Italia, beautiful place. Me : I know I miss it sometimes. Marco : Bonita I have to go , my girl is calling me . Me : Ok Marco Adios amigo. Marco : Adios Bonita. After that phone call I had one clue , he was french and plays for Real and the only I can think about is Benzema and Theo Hernandez but something tells me it's someone else . Oh well .