daughter || pedri gonzalez

okay love

i hear the door bell ring downstairs and i rush to get it before my dad does and starts interviewing us about where we're going.

but ofcourse, as im on the stairs he's already opened the door.

X : 'Hola Pedro, I didn't call you over here, Why are you here'

V: OH! papa um we're going for dinner with mikky and frenkie, nothing more nothing less.

X: are you sure?

V: well, yes, don't you trust your own daughter?

X: yes, i do. just don't do anything, vale you know the rules.

V: no, i don't, i don't plan on listening to them either. (in my head)

V: yes yes. can we go now?

X: Yes, just be safe. Adiós.

me and pedri finally walk to his car to go to the mystery location.

P: you did something, you look different, and so much more beautiful. what did you do?

V: oh, wow thank you. i actually wore less makeup.

P: no wonder. you're so beautiful naturally.

V: thank you, you're too sweet.

pedri opens the door for me while i sit down in his fancy car.

he sits down in the drivers seat and we start driving.

this time pedri plays his playlist, and its full of romantic spanish songs, suits the mood anyway.

we talk all the car ride about how everyone on the team was asking what was going on between us. and that even gavi had started to connect the dots.

we finally reached to a restaurant near the beach. pedri parks the car and we walk in the restaurant.

p: Hola, reserva a nombre de Pedro.
(Hello, reservation under the name Pedro.)
w: ¿apellido?
(Last name?)

p: González.

w: ok, sígueme tu mesa está lista.
(ok, follow me ur table is ready)

we both follow the waitress with my hand wrapped around his arm. i find it cute.

w: aquí está tu mesa
(heres your table)

p&v: gracias.
(thank u)

she gives us this table beside the glass with a beautiful view of the beach. even if it was pretty pitch black outside.

there were roses in the middle of the table. i hate roses. cliché. but it wasn't pedris fault, it's just the restaurants designing or whatever.

we both look at the menu and look at each other.

p: do you like anything here?

v: want me to be honest? hell no.

p: me too, wanna go and get food for somewhere else?

v: hell yeah

we both get out and pedri has to pay a fee cause we left without ordering, wasn't our fault the restaurants food was total butt.