Marc Bernal 2

You were a normal girl. With a normal life, but everything had changed. Your scholarship in Barcelona… it was all a sham. You were a girl studying in Barcelona. But at first, everything was a problem, but you were friends with Martina (the girlfriend of the famous footballer, Pau Cubarsí). She was a few years older than you, not many, but a few, and you had been friends for several years, since you met on social media. She helped you by letting you stay at her house, and thanks to her, you had a roof over your head… but you owed her something else… thanks to her, you met your boyfriend…

Marc was a teammate of Pau Cubarsí, the footballer. They were both footballers, they played for FC Barcelona, ​​and obviously they were a team; there were others too… Lamine Yamal, Xavi Esprat, Héctor Fort… among others, those were the younger ones, who weren't so young anymore. Marc was a tall, handsome guy. With a smile that could disarm anyone. And the best part? He was your boyfriend.

Marc was the boy your mother always wanted. Literally, when you were little, she started telling you things like, "I like this one for you," but he was older, and you were 16 and he was 19. It wasn't that big of an age difference, but still. You got him. Marc didn't know this, nor did he need to know.

Today. You'd brought Marc to your city, you were going to introduce him to your parents and stay a few weeks at their house, since it was summer and Marc was on vacation from the club, so you were going to stay in your room. The problem: your bed was only 90cm wide, so you both wouldn't fit, so your mother put a mattress next to it. All so you could stay. Your father was very protective. Typical, the father of a girl, he was insecure about all this. But Marc was also the first boy you'd brought home, so… I guess everything was fine.

You arrived at your parents' house with your suitcases and knocked on the door. Your mother opened the door, excited…

Come in, come in! Dinner's ready, and so is my list of questions.