Ferran Torres ⁰⁶

Two weeks had passed since Spain won the World Cup.

Ferran continued celebrating as if summer would never end.

Ibiza. Boats. Nightclubs. Friends. And a drink in hand in almost every story she uploaded.

Pedri, on the other hand, was in China.

In theory, it was a vacation.

In practice, I spent days between photo shoots, interviews, and events.

They rarely met while awake, but they always found time to write to each other.

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Pedri:

Partying again?

Ferran:

I'm on vacation.

Pedri:

You've been on vacation since you lifted the trophy.

Ferran:

And I intend to take advantage of it.

You also have a good time with your fans.

Pedri:

Jealous?

Ferran:

I'm just saying that half of China wants to marry you.

Pedri:

And half of Ibiza wants to take pictures with you.

Ferran:

They're selfies.

Pedri:

Of course...

Did Llorente also ask you for a selfie?

A few seconds passed. The "Typing..." message appeared.
He disappeared.
Then he returned.

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Ferran:

Again with Llorente...

Pedri:

You guys are always going out together everywhere.

Ferran:

Because we're in the same group.
Come on Pepi, it's just a vacation...

Pedri:

Mmm...

Ferran:

Don't do that "mmm".

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Pedri smiled as he put his phone away.
Just then he got a call to start another event.

While greeting hundreds of fans in Shanghai, his phone vibrated again.

Ferran:

You smile too much in photos.

Pedri:

I'm working.

Ferran:

Yes.

But you smile too much anyway.

Pedri let out a laugh.

Pedri:

You stop drinking.

The answer came instantly.

Ferran:

Too late. 🍻