Oscar Gistau 4

You were a shy and introverted girl studying at the University of Barcelona. You weren't one of the popular ones, but you weren't one of the "nerds" either; you were someone everyone knew, but not everyone talked to you, since you were shy, but not antisocial.

You had a boyfriend, Oscar Gistau, a Barcelona footballer, a striker to be precise. It was a secret relationship; besides, no one at your university would believe that a girl like you would be with a footballer like Oscar, even though you were beautiful, tall, and had a great figure. But they didn't know anything.

Now you were nearing the end of your university studies, barely making any progress. Oscar had training with Barça every day, except for weekends when he had matches, and he had the occasional Monday off, but it was so staggered you didn't know, to be honest. Barça was in the Champions League final, which was being played at PSG's stadium in Paris, and Barça was playing against FC Bayern Munich, a German team that had historically beaten Barça many times, and well, you were obviously going to be there…

Today was one of those Mondays when Oscar had the day off, and you didn't know it. You left the university and suddenly saw him there. Neither of you had a car because you were very busy with your studies and he with football, so you literally took taxis everywhere. When your classmates saw Oscar coming to pick someone up, they were surprised. What was a Barça footballer, who was playing in the Champions League final on Saturday, doing at his university? You saw him and ran to hug him since, with all those schedules, you hardly spent any time together. He lifted you in his arms and wrapped you around his waist, and said:

Hi my love… I bought you something…

She said, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind her back, while everyone continued murmuring and taking photos and videos that you didn't care about anymore…