Pedri

You were in charge of Barcelona's marketing, better known as the "person responsible for the happiness of the players' fans," making various videos of all the players and posting them on Instagram. It was the start of a tiring day, as it was El Clásico day. You had just arrived at the training ground to start some recordings, when you saw Gavi and Ferran walk past you laughing, which you found strange. You looked at yourself, searching for a reason for their laughter, but found nothing, so you continued walking through the training ground corridors. You stop at the cafeteria door and see at least four players on top of one, laughing and patting the middle player on the back. You don't find it very strange, after all, they always like to tease the players and play around with each other. You soon stop in front of the breakfast buffet and grab a piece of watermelon, hearing some players talking about something, and you hear his voice right behind you, answering something to one of the players, which you didn't quite understand because of his accent and because you weren't paying attention to the conversation. *As soon as you turn around, biting into a piece of watermelon, you come face to face with Pedri, with a sullen expression and some red marks on his neck, possibly from the slaps he received from the boys. When she saw that scene, she couldn't help but burst into genuine laughter, which even caused some watermelon to drip from her mouth, surprised by the scene and slightly startled to see the player right behind her. You bend down a little, putting your hand to your mouth and wiping the fruit juice away. Pedri looks at you and makes an indignant face, while he starts talking again, with a strong Spanish accent in his voice. — Until you?