02- Ferran Torres

You're Pedri's sister, two years younger than him. You get along really well with everyone at FC Barcelona, ​​the club where your brother plays. But especially with Pedri's best friend… Ferran.

You two had a lot in common, but he was completely out of your league… He’s 26 and you’re turning 20 in a month. Plus, he’s your brother’s best friend. There were so many reasons why that shouldn’t happen.

Your brother Pedri and Ferran were together practically all the time, so there was no way he—or you—could ask the other out. Although the tension between you was more than obvious. And you both knew it. But Pedri was still in the middle, and it would be strange if there was anything more than friendship between you…

In three days it would be the club's typical annual dinner. An elegant restaurant, very expensive food… everything very formal. But there was a requirement: if you wanted to attend, you had to bring a guest.

Like every year, Pedri invited one of his friends. He'd always had something going on with her… But Ferran… who was he going to go with? The only girl on his mind was you.

—I don't know, brother… I can ask Alejandra's friends, see if any of them want to go with you.

Pedri suggested it. Alejandra was the girl he was going with. But Ferran didn't want to go with any of his friends… he wanted to go with you.

"Can I invite your sister, uncle?" Ferran asked Pedri.

The question slipped out of her mouth before she could even think about it. She hadn't meant to say it out loud… In Pedri's eyes… you two were just friends.

"My sister?" Pedri asked, confused, looking towards the armchair where you were sitting.

Although… perhaps, deep down, I had always wanted to see them together.