something changed - adrien rabiot

5

November 22nd, match day.

- Kylian, can you help me?

It was early in Qatar, and Milena was stressing herself out. After spending a few days going to the team's training sessions, the reason why she was here slipped out of her mind. Until today.

She was supposed to be the coach's translator for the pre-match interview. Spending a few days doing nothing had her forgetting the fact she, in fact, had a job.

- With what? I'm about to leave for training right now.

Kylian replied, peeking out at her from the door.

- What should I even wear for the interview? I brought so many clothes, and I feel like nothing suits me... I've been trying to figure something out for 2 hours!

Her friend entered the room, laughing.

- Are you really stressing yourself out for an outfit, and not for the actual task?

- Yes. I'm confident in my translating abilities, but not in my dressing abilities. Now should I wear this dress? It doesn't feel very professionnal, does it... Or this skirt with this shirt? I'll look like I try too hard with this...

Kylian sat on her bed, actually trying to help her out this time, staring at the two outfits she was holding in each of her hands.

- Well... I like the dress better.

Taking a closer look at the dress she suggested herself, Milena didn't look convinced at all.

- Why?

He raised a brow, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

- You're asking dumb questions. I like it 'cause it will look good on you. And no, I know what you're going to say. It doesn't look unprofessional, and I'm always right so you can't say I'm wrong.

Milena smiled. Okay, maybe he was often right about stuff.

- ...Alright.

- Wonderful! Now I really need to go, see you tonight.

He said, before kissing her forehead and rushing out of her room. Smiling to herself, she put the dress in front of her, looking at herself in the mirror. Okay... He was right once again.

Now that the dressing situation was solved, Milena had time to calm down and to destress.

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9pm.

Shit, it was actually happening.

The match was starting in an hour, and the interview in something like 10 minutes. Milena was standing in a hallway, fiddling with her hands, trying not to let the anxiety consume her.

Lost in her thoughts, she was only aware of the minutes slowly passing and the noise people were making. Wasn't it all Théo and Kylian's fault, after all? They were the ones who had dragged her here...

Oh, she just heard her name. That's her cue to go, it's actually happening now.

As she was going to the interview room, she felt someone holding her back by her arm.

Adrien, interesting.

- Good luck, don't mess anything up, that would be fucking embarrassing.

Milena laughed. Was that his way of cheering her up?

- Oh, I won't. Don't mess up either, and try scoring for example, it would be unexpected.

- No need to worry about me, I will.

Adrien chuckled.

- Don't forget to blow me a kiss as well when you do.

- Wouldn't want you to blush in front of your brother. Well, looks like it's your time to shine, see you later when I score.

He said before leaving, smiling. As he walked away, Milena rolled her eyes, a little smile on her lips. He was truly a character. That's why he pissed her off most of the time, but not now. Their interaction almost reassured her, as awkward as words of encouragement seemed to be for him.

As she walked into the interview room, she only recognized the coach, who greeted her warmly. The rest were perfect strangers. But she didn't feel much stressed anymore, for some reason.