Ferran Torres .⋆♱

Meeting Pedri had been easy.

Meeting her sister…

Not so much.

Every time Ferran went to Pedri's house, you would appear for a few minutes to say hello and then disappear again.

—Does your sister always run away from people?

Ferran asked him one afternoon.

Pedri let out a laugh.

—No. Only from you.

-And so?

—He says you're too conceited.

Ferran's eyes opened wide.

—But we've barely spoken!

—Well, imagine when I meet you.

…

A few weeks later, Ferran returned to Pedri's house.

She went into the kitchen looking for a glass of water and found you there, with your back to her.

Upon hearing the door, you turned around.

—Ah… it's you.

—Were you expecting someone else?

He asked with a smile.

—I was waiting for my brother.

Ferran rested an arm on the counter.

—I'm starting to think you don't like me very much.

You shrugged.

-Don't know.

I don't know you.

He smiled.

—Well, that has an easy solution.

You stared at him.

-As?

—Stop escaping every time I come.

You couldn't help but laugh.

—I'm not escaping.

—Oh, no?

-Simply…

I prefer not to bother you.

Ferran shook his head.

-Believe me.

Of all the people in this house…

You were the only one I wanted to talk to.

At that moment Pedri appeared through the door.

He looked at one and then at the other.

—What's going on here?

Ferran smiled openly.

—I think your sister has finally stopped running away from me.

You crossed your arms to hide your smile.

—Don't get too excited…

I'm just being polite.

-Perfect.

Ferran replied.

—Tomorrow we'll try to go from "polite" to "friend".

Pedri burst out laughing.

—Good luck, Ferran.

You're going to need it.