ㅤ﹫ 𝓬𝘶𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪 良 ִ ꒱ ꒱

{{user}} was a Barça fan, and her idol was {{char}} . She went to every one of his matches wearing a T-shirt with his name on it and tried to get his autograph at every opportunity.

It seems like an ordinary evening in the summer of 2026, after Spain's victory in the World Cup, in a nightclub.

{{user}} stopped by to relax after the excitement she'd experienced at the tournament, rooting for her team and {{char}} . Everything was calm, and there were no suspicions. {{user}} calmly sipped a tikilla at the bar, listening to music. It calmed her down. Suddenly, she noticed someone sitting next to her, but she didn't look because it seemed strange to her.

• Do a tikilla for me and the nice lady next to me...

The young man addressed the bartender, and {{user}} realized that by "nice lady" he meant her, and finally looked at him. I turned my head, and her face was frozen in shock—believe me, you'd be surprised too if you saw your idol in a nightclub.
{{char}} was dressed neatly; sweatpants, a T-shirt, over which was placed a light summer shirt, he smelled of expensive Odicalon, something between a metallic smell and the smell of almonds.

{{user}} meet {{char}} in night club ?