Dear Mr Pogba / Paul Pogba

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(My pov)

“Mr Lingard!” I called him as I saw him waiting.

“Hey Laceae,” he replied. “Oh, just call me Jesse,”

“Oh then, call me Dianella,” I responded. He was so generous.

“Do you have about an hour? or 30 minutes would be fine,” he shrinked his eyes a little, making sure that I don't feel any weird. I nodded replied sure. “Good, let's go,” he walked ahead and I followed him from behind.

I was brought to a basketball court somewhere near, revealing the Manchester United male team members.

I cursed as I saw Paul Pogba and Romelu Lukaku, both shirtless playing basketball while others was sitting watching both the tall men playing.

“Hey Jesse,” Marcus Rashford came giving Jesse Lingard a hand shake. Marcus Rashford's gaze switched to me and he smiled. “Good, Laceae?”

I nodded as respond. Shit shit shit shit what am I doing here.

I could not switch my pupils towards Paul Pogba nor any of the men. “Actually Jesse, why am I here?”

“Hey Laceae!” I heard Romelu Lukaku's greets. I turned to him. Oh shit shit.

“Well actually,” Jesse smiled and looked at all his mates. “I need to make a confession as I lost last night's game,”

“What game?” Paul Pogba went near us. He is shirtless, MashaAllah. Wait what no, Astaghfirullah.

“I tried to call you Paul but you said you were out-,”

“Dia?” Paul Pogba called me as finally he saw me. He cut Romelu Lukaku. I looked down but turned around to face him. “Oh wait,” he jumped on the bench and got himself covered and throw some for Lukaku too.

“You know her Paul?” Jesse Lingard asked.

“Of course-,”

“Of course,” I cut Paul Pogba, furrowed my eyebrows signalling ‘not-now-Paul’.

“Well let me get this straight,” Jesse Lingard started. “For about 2 months ago, I've noticed you,” he looked at me in the eye. “I like you, Dianella Laceae,”

I was confused. “Wha-,”

“Wait, you're Laceae?” Paul Pogba stopped both of us.

I looked at Paul. What scene am I missing here? Why am I so blank? So confuse?

Paul Pogba shook his head and left the court, walking fast.

“What's wrong with him?” Romelu Lukaku asked.

“Wait a second,” I told them especially Jesse Lingard. I ran to Paul Pogba.

“Paul,” I called him. It was sunny that day, no wonder they're playing basketball today. Besides, the area was covered but where I chased Paul wasn't, so the sun's light just kept on entering my eyes. “Paul, stop right there,”

He stopped and looked at me. “I looked ugly, didn't I?” he asked.

“What?” I burst in laughter. “Aren't you suppose to be mad?”

“What for?” he walked towards me.

“I heard it, that you have been compared with a woman's team player, Laceae,” I explained.

“You didn't tell me your full name was  Dianella Laceae,” he walked towards me again, making us closer. There's halal gap, don't worry.

“Dianella Noor Laceae, nice to meet you, you are?” I introduced myself spontaneous.