"Oh my God! You won't believe who I just met!" My friend squealed and I turned to her, wondering if she might have actually met God himself. I wouldn't have been surprised after the volume she just used.
"I'll try to believe." I laughed at her, pulling my legs under myself. I hissed quietly, still slightly soar after last night.
"You won't! Just the most beautiful man on the planet!" She collapsed on the bed beside me with an exaggarated sigh.
"Who? Jensen Ackles? Jason Momoa?" Her rants about those men knew no limit, it was almost painful to watch any film with those in the leading roles because she drooled so much.
"No! I'm talking about the man who is a god among us, a perfect prototype of a human being, a man I can't even dream about because he's just too much to even have a dream of," she explained with a dreamy voice, and I frowned at her.
"Aha..." I blinked slowly, and waited for the big revelation because I had no idea who she was talking about. "So who is this person?"
"Ronaldo," the name rolled off her tongue like she uttered a prayer but I just stared at her blankly. "You can't tell me you don't know who he is! He's the most followed man on Instagram!" I shook my head and shrugged, signing I still had no clue who this guy was. "Oh God..." She rolled her eyes in disbelief before she grabbed my laptop and typed away furiously. I leant back against the pillows and crossed my legs at the ankles. "There!" She turned the laptop towards me and I almost choked on thin air. This was the man I spent the night with.
