Marc Bernal 9

You were a student from Alicante who loved football. You were a member of Elche CF, which meant you literally went to every Elche home game, but you were mainly a Barça fan since you were little. The thing is, you only went to see Elche play to watch football and to see Barça when they played in Elche. You were in your second year of university, and your grades were average—not exceptional, not terrible, just average.

You were a tall, dark-haired girl with very pretty features. You had a friend named Paloma, who always encouraged you to open social media accounts because she thought you had the looks to become famous or something like that. At first, you didn't want to, but you needed the money to fulfill your dream of living in Barcelona, ​​and it was an easy and quick way to earn money, but you were still thinking about it.

Marc was a Barcelona footballer who had many girls after him. You found him attractive for a little bit of everything, but mainly because of his height; he was about 1.93 meters tall. But he didn't know you, and you didn't really know him in real life either, although you saw him and followed him, but you didn't think anything more would happen…

Today you had arranged to meet Paloma; you were in a cafe in Elche near Santa Pola beach. You were seriously considering social media, and there was Paloma trying to convince you…

"Okay, go for it, you're sure to become famous, and maybe you'll even find a handsome boyfriend."

Paloma told you, you'd never really had any contact with a man like that. You had friends and all, but you'd never had a boyfriend or anything. But you also thought that you couldn't become famous overnight just for being a pretty face…