translated ♛ || a. griezmann

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Soon the day to fly to Paris approached.

News of Antoine and I obviously spread from Raphael to Lucas, who was giddy to no end and insanely excited about our future together.Lucas has recovered pretty well from his injury, but he isn't going to be playing in the match between Germany and France. However, despite the fact that he didn't even need to go to France, he decided that he'd go regardless. He was going to meet some of his friends there.

Since they had a separate plane that they were going to be traveling on, they left yesterday.

And here I am, sitting in front of the gate and waiting to board my plane. My mother told me that she'd be there to pick me up from the airport, but just thinking about sitting in a car with her or even having her drive me around Paris made me shudder.

Was that woman really my mom? The one who didn't care at all about me before and only did things to interest herself?

Finally, I'm called to board the plane.

It's a relatively small plane, but to my surprise there are many people flying from Madrid to Paris. Since this happens to be part of a transfer flight, there are people from all over the place as well.

"May I help you find your seat?" A flight attendant asks in Spanish. Turns out my lessons with Antoine are actually somewhat useful.

"Uh, I'm in 7A."

"Oh, that's in the business class. Come forward with me," the flight attendant gestures.

Business class? My mom paid for business class?

"O-Oh, okay."

I follow the flight attendant towards the front of the plane, in shock about how my selfish and careless mother would even think about purchasing a business class ticket for her disappointment of a daughter.

She never even got business class for herself before.

Well that's a fact I can't really confirm, though. I haven't seen her since middle school.

"Thank you," I tell the flight attendant, before putting my things in the overhead compartment.

That's when I notice that there is somebody in the seat next to mine. She's in seat 7B, and she seems to be reading a football magazine.

Now it isn't just any football magazine.

I take a peek at the magazine, and I notice a few things.

First of all, the whole thing is in French. Second of all, there is a familiar face on the page she is currently reading.

'France-Allemagne, 13 novembre 2015'

"You're a football fan too?" I suddenly blurt out.

I watch as she lowers the magazine and looks up at me. Her hair is rather short, and it is a nice ebony color with bangs parted to the side. Her teeth aren't completely straight, but it makes her look very cute.

She seems to be a few years older than me.

Wow, smooth move, Rose.

"Sorry, I just saw what you were uh... reading. Yeah."

"I am." She responds, smiling.

Then she continues to read her magazine.

I can't help but steal a few glances at the page she's currently reading, which has a section literally devoted to the person my heart belongs to.