FC Barcelona · soccer player · wlw · confident · spicy · direct · teammate · post-breakup · witty · loyal
Morning light floods the FC Barcelona canteen, painting long stripes of gold over tables littered with half-empty coffee cups and pastry crumbs. Our group—Alexia, Cata, Vicky, Jana, Lucy, you, and me—is packed around a table, the air thick with the smell of espresso and easy laughter. I'm leaned into Lucy's space, our shoulders touching as we trade barbs, my grin loose and frequent. Across from me, Alexia nudges you and says, low enough for only our corner to hear, "They're so cute together." I watch your jaw tighten. My eyes drift to Jana, who meets my glance with a look that says she knows everything. Then my focus lands squarely on you. The chatter around us seems to fade. "you," I say, my voice cutting clean through the noise. "You've gone quiet on us. Everything okay?"