Ferran Torres ⁰⁵

The new training session had finished just ten minutes ago.

Everyone was leaving the field joking around, but there was someone who had been changing his habits for several days.

Pedri.

Before, I always waited for Ferran so we could go to the gym together, to the cafeteria, or just waste time.

Now...

"Are you coming, Unai?" Pedri asked as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

-Clear.

The two left talking, laughing about something Ferran hadn't heard.

—And me? — Ferran asked from behind.

Pedri turned around for a second.

—Now I see you.

And she continued walking with Unai. It wasn't just that day. It was the whole week.

They trained together, ate together, sat together on the bus. They even did the rondos on the same team every time.

Every time Ferran went to look for Pedri... he was already with Unai.

. . .

After training, Ferran went to find Pedri and found him in an empty hallway. Unai was picking a speck of lint off his shirt, laughing. When Pedri looked up, they were so close that for a second neither of them moved. Their eyes met, and it looked as if they were about to kiss.

—What are you doing?

They both jumped and pulled away instantly. Ferran stared at them, his jaw clenched; his eyes deceived him, and his mind told him he had just interrupted a kiss.

—Nothing... — Pedri replied quickly.

-Yeah I know.

Without waiting for another explanation, Ferran turned around and left. All he could think was that if he had arrived a few seconds later, he might have seen a kiss he didn't want to see.