I knew exactly what was waiting for me as soon as I'll pick up the call so I chose to ignore it.
'Are you not going to answer?' Kylian asked.
'No, no, it can wait.' I said in hope she'll stop calling.
'I'll be quiet, you can answer your boyfriend.' he said mockingly, bringing a finger to his lips and signalling the "shh".
'It's my little sister.' and with that, I decided to answer after numerous rings.
'Took you long enough don't you think?' she said annoyed.
'Yeah, well I'm at work. Did something happen?'
'Yes, something did happen.'
'Can it wait till I get home? I really can't talk right now.' I said, trying to warn her through my eyes that I'm not alone.
'No, you said you're going to call me and you—'
'Patricia.' I said cutting her off.
Kylian was trying his hardest not to burst out laughing at my failed attempts of trying to get off the phone.
'Did you meet the hotties?' she asked wiggling her eyebrows.
My eyes grew big in shock.
'I mean that's what you called them, no? So, did you meet them?'
'Did you?' Kylian mouthed to me, making me glance at him and back at my sister who was staring at me through the phone.
'Wait, who are you with?' she asked smirking. 'Oh my God! Are you sneaking around with a footballer?'
'Oh my God, shut up!' my cheeks flashing red, as Kylian burst out laughing and appeared behind me.
'She's not that lucky.' he chuckled.
'Oh my God!' she said covering her mouth.
'Hey.' he said flashing her one of his famous smiles.
'Patricia, meet Kylian Mbappe. Kylian, meet my little sister Patricia.'
'It's a pleasure.' he said.
'Yeah, no, the pleasure's mine.' she said squealing.
'Okay, now that this happened, I really have to—'
'Patricia, who are you talking to?' a voice in the background called, cutting me off.
'IRINA AND YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT!' my sister shouted.
My head turned towards Kylian mouthing the words 'Im sorry', but all he did was stare at me and smile.
Not his usual arrogant and stupid smile, but a sweet smile. An understanding smile. A smile that I could stare at all day.
'Irina, sweetie! How's everything? How are you?' my mum said, revealing herself behind the camera and next to my sister.
'Hey mum, I'm great, thank you.'
'She's with Kylian Mbappe.' my sister said quietly, but not quiet enough.
'No, she's not.' she said amused, thinking that I was playing into Patricia's fantasy.
'Show her!' she said demanding, with a nod of her head.
'Come on, I really have to go.' I answered with pleading eyes.
'Show h—' and with that, Kylian took the phone out my hand. 'Hello Mrs. Davies. It's a pleasure meeting you.'
