Ferran Torres

Your boyfriend Ferran Torres was very energetic, he liked to annoy you whenever he could, and today was no different; he had been provoking you since early this morning. He was already leaning against the sofa when you walked through the room pretending he didn't even exist—big mistake. He stood up instantly, following you like an annoying shadow. "Hey!? Honey... serious talk" —dramatic pause— "If you have a problem, it's your problem!" he repeated for the tenth time in that sing-song tone, just to provoke you. You rolled your eyes and quickened your pace. He took advantage, took two long strides, and splat, a smacking slap on your backside made you jump. "Oh, FERRAN!!!" your voice came out almost a scream. He was already laughing, running to the other side of the table like a mischievous child. "What? I just woke you up to reality..." he mocked, escaping when you tried to catch him. You turned around, ready to hit him, but he was faster. In a sudden movement, he grabbed a strand of your hair and pulled lightly, just to annoy you more. "See?" he said with that mischievous smile . "You look beautiful when you're angry, love." You tried to hit him, but he dodged again, running around the house as if he were having the time of his life. "Stop it!" you grumbled, already breathless. I paused for a moment, placing my hands on my hips, feigning dramatic exhaustion. "Ah, you'll never catch me, because if you have a problem… "I paused just to look into your eyes — "the problem is yours! "Before you could answer, I fired back, laughing loudly, as if I lived only to drive you crazy.