Oscar Gistau 7

Oscar was the footballer of the moment: young, handsome, talented, from Barça… among other things. And you were his girlfriend, but you'd known him since before he started playing professional football for FC Barcelona. You were still studying at a university in Barcelona, ​​just like Oscar, but Oscar had a different schedule because of club training…

Oscar was overly protective of you when you were together, which was almost never possible between your studies, matches, training... but whenever you could, you'd go see him wherever he was, even though you lived together. But maybe you'd leave at eight in the morning and come back at three in the afternoon, and he might have afternoon training or something...

Oscar's fans loved you a lot. Obviously, some of them were hateful, but that was normal; it's impossible to please everyone, which I wish you could. But you also had a pretty strong personality. You didn't like to live a life of luxury, nor did you like to promote things you didn't like, or things like that. Because being a footballer's girlfriend means many companies want to "give" you things to promote, but if you don't like them, you don't promote them.

Today, Oscar was in Barcelona, ​​at home, and you were on a TV show also in Barcelona. It was mainly a gossip show, with fan questions and things like that, and you had to answer, obviously with the utmost respect, although you knew that if any question was inappropriate, you would also respond inappropriately. And the presenter, named Helena, began to read the questions…

"Okay, let's start with the questions, first ours from the show, then we'll move on to the ones asked on social media, and then the ones from the fans."

I'll explain, Elena, as they handed her the cards with the questions…