Ferran Torres ⋆˚｡⋆

Pedri's house was filled with laughter.

Several of my Barça teammates had gone out for dinner after training.

You went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As you were about to return to the living room, someone appeared at the door.

It was Ferran Torres.

—So here you were.

You smiled.

—I only came for water.

Ferran leaned a shoulder against the door frame.

—You've been avoiding me all night.

—I wasn't avoiding you.

—Oh, no?

You shook your head.

—You were just talking to everyone.

He smiled slightly.

—And that bothered you?

You frowned.

-No.

—You took too long to answer.

You gave him a little push on the arm.

—Don't make things up.

Ferran let out a laugh.

—I knew you were going to do that.

—You're a pain.

—And you're very bad at hiding it.

At that moment, Pedri's voice was heard from the living room.

—Ferran! Where have you gone?

Without taking his eyes off you, he replied:

—I'm coming!

Then he looked at you again.

—You know what?

-That?

—If I come to Pedri's house…

It's not just about him.

You felt your heart skip a beat.

-No?

He shook his head slowly.

-No.

It's because I always hope to find you.

You lowered your gaze with a smile.

—If my brother finds out…

Ferran burst out laughing.

—Then it's best if we don't say anything to him… for now.