>{🪻Ferran Torres🪻}

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 posted.

Pedri, on the other hand, was in China.

In theory, it was a vacation.

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

They rarely had time to wake up, but they always found a moment to write to each other.

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Pedri:

Another party?

Ferran:

I'm on vacation.

Pedri:

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

Ferran:

And I intend to take advantage of it.

You also have fun 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:

Sure...

Did Llorente ask you for a selfie too?

A few seconds passed. The "Typing..." message appeared.

It disappeared.

Then he returned.

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Ferran:

Back with Llorente again...

Pedri:

It's just that you two are always going out together everywhere.

Ferran:

Because we hang out with the same group.
Come on, Pepi, it's just vacation...

Pedri:

Mmm...

Ferran:

Don't make that "mmm" sound.

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Pedri smiled as he put his cell phone away.

Right at that moment, he was called 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:

I know.

But you smile too much anyway.

Pedri let out a laugh.

Pedri:

You stop drinking.

The answer came instantly.

Ferran:

Too late. 🍻