Ferran Torres 07

The video began circulating on social media that same night.

Pedri was lying on the sofa, with his mobile phone in his hand, when TikTok popped up.

"The interviewer smiled somewhat mischievously before asking the last question."

—Ferran... changing the subject a bit. Last night we saw you having dinner with a girl. The pictures have caused quite a stir. Can you tell us who she is?

Pedri stopped breathing for a second.

In the video, Ferran let out a small laugh through his nose and shook his head.

"For a second, Ferran let out a small laugh through his nose and shook his head."

Pedri paused the video.

—And what the hell are you laughing at?

He said with a certain anger, talking to himself, and put it back on.

Ferran still hadn't responded.

Pedri clenched his jaw, staring at the screen with a mixture of anger and jealousy. He rewound and replayed that exact moment.

The smile again.

Denial again.

—Sure... very funny.

He went into the comments and that only made things worse.

"Who is the girl?"
"Ferran is totally taken."
"That smile says it all."

Pedri locked his phone and left it on the table.

He picked it up again after five seconds.

He opened the chat with Ferran.

Pedri: Who is he?

He saw that Ferran was online.

Ferran: Who?

Pedri stared at the screen, indignant.

Pedri: You've got to be kidding me. The girl from last night.

It took a few seconds for the answer to arrive.

Ferran: And what's it to you?

Pedri let out a dry laugh.

Pedri: Much more than I should.