Anonymous request :)
It's 9 a.m., and you're back working at the restaurant just like every morning. You had just flipped the "closed" sign to "open" and started cleaning the tables while waiting for customers who would usually show up for breakfast.
It didn't take long before the first customer came; like you predicted, it was Rosy, Pedri's mother. She would come here every morning and order coffee before heading off to work herself.
You and Rosy have a strong bond; she's like your second mom, and you're like the daughter she never had. You had known the Gonzàlez family for years, and even at one point you were in a relationship with Pedri, but sadly it didn't last that long.
"Buenos dias, Y/N," Rosy said, walking over to you to give you a hug. You hugged her back tight, "Buenos dias, Rosy, how are you?" You asked as you leaned back from the hug.
"I'm very good. How are you, cariño?" She sweetly asked you as you walked over to the desk to prepare the same coffee she orders every morning.
"Oh, you know, the usual," you shrugged and chuckled.
"I guess tomorrow will be busy?" Rosy chuckled as she walked over to the desk and watched you make the coffee.
"Yup," you giggled, "we're one of the few restaurants with big TV screens, so people love watching football here."
Rosy nodded with a smile. It wasn't news to her; this place was always packed when Barcelona was playing. She had been here once with her husband and eldest son, Fernando, watching Barcelona play.
"He will be here tomorrow," she spat out.
"Huh?" You looked at her, confused.
"Pedri and Fer," she referred to her sons, "both of them will eat dinner here and watch the game." She looked at you with worry.
You smiled at her sympathetically. "Don't worry, Rosy, there's no bad blood between me and Pedri; it's been two years; I'm over it," you assured her.
"I still blame him every day. He blames himself too, Y/N," she told you softly.
You thought back to that day. The day that took months to get over. At the age of 18, you and Pedri became a couple after being friends for years. But as soon as he joined Barcelona and the fame got to him and he kissed another girl.
You were heartbroken. It wasn't like it was an accident, he admitted to it and had regretted it too, unfortunately at the time, you just couldn't trust him anymore. But just because you broke up, it didn't mean you stopped loving and supporting him.
Now, two years later, you still watch him play every game, you still have contact with his family, and you still care a lot about him. That will never go away or change.
"He's injured, isn't he?" You asked her, even if you knew the answer to that.
She nodded with a sad face. "He's been very frustrated lately," she sighed. "Fer is always with him and looking after him, so he thought maybe bringing him here, seeing all these people supporting him, would help a lot."
"Of course," you nodded, "don't worry, Rosy, I'm sure everything is going to be fine." You smiled as you handed her coffee.
"Thank you, Y/N; have a good day, cariño; I'll see you tomorrow." She grabbed her coffee and blew you a kiss. You blew one back, watching her leave. The moment the door closed, you let out a deep breath.
"Don't think about Y/N; it's all going to be okay," you mumbled to yourself.
