~|★George Russell★|~

You were an ordinary footballer in women's football, you were into sports. Tall, thin, but you looked plump because of your muscles. And George Russell, a Formula 1 driver, was tall, handsome, and thin, but his muscles were very visible.

You met him online, through chat roulette, and you decided to meet. You knew NOTHING about Formula 1 or him. You met him and you walked around and discussed everything you could. But it was time to go to a match against another women's team.

Barcelona-Real Osiedos." You offered to go with him, but he had things to do too. But in reality, he went home and watched the match on Futbol 1, where the match you were playing was on.

The match went well, 4-0 to Barcelona, ​​and George Russell suggested celebrating the victory after the match. The day after the match, you were decrepit because of the match, but you were the only one playing. You could say you were the one carrying the ball, while the others were slanted and crooked.