the next day, i go down to breakfast looking for dele as he miraculously disappeared last night.
as i'm rushing around looking for him i smash into the chest of a much larger figure.
's-sorry' i stutter realising who it is. stood before is marcus rashford, manchester united's superstar.
'it was me, im sorry' he puts his hand on my shoulder. i blush, 'erm, have you seen dele?'
his face drops, 'no, not this morning, you can come and sit with me, if you like?' i nod, accepting his offer.
'so, what do you do?' he asks, 'i'm one of the teams photographers' he nods, 'cool'
'i don't have to ask what you do, i remember your england debut, didn't you score in the fourth minute?'
'third minute' he corrects me, smirking. i chuckle, 'i get it, i get it'
we continue to talk as we finish breakfast, 'thanks for letting me sit with you, but i should go and find dele, we're meant to be having a look round moscow today'
he nods, 'it was a pleasure, see you round sophie' i give him a hug, 'bye, rashford'
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