Home is Where the Heart is - Pablo Gavi

Chapter 4: Mini FIFA

"Where do you want to eat?" Gavi asks me. He walks towards me but passes by me and opens the driver side door to his new car.

"Hmm." I jog over to the passenger side and look over the top of the car at him. He's got one hand on the top of his open door and the other resting on the top of the car. "I've only been here a day, you're supposed to be showing me around, telling me all the good food places."

"Am I?" Gavi asks with a smirk. He ducks into his car.

I get in as well and both doors are pulled closed. "Yes!"

"Okay, what type of food do you want?" He adjusts his seat and then his steering wheel.

"I really liked those taco's we had for lunch, where did you guys get those?" I ask, pulling down the sun visor. Right now the building is doing it's job: blocking the sun.

He chuckles while adjusting the rearview mirror. "Our team dietitian made them, the meat was protein."

"Those were healthy tacos?!" I exclaim. He's focused on moving the right side mirror. He glances at me quickly before he pivots his attention to the left side mirror.

He resumes laughing at me. "So you prefer unhealthy food," he states. "That's fair."

I roll my eyes. "Apparently the only thing you have to do to get me to eat healthy is trick me."

He does not cease laughing as he begins to back out of the spot at the dealership. Xavi, who didn't have to adjust anything in his vehicle left a while ago; apparently unconcerned something would go wrong. "Nobody tricked you! We didn't think to mention a fact the rest of us are so accustom to."

"Are we planning to drive thru or dine in?" I ask, finished with having this argument.

"Probably drive thru somewhere," Gavi says, coming up to a major road. "There are too many fans that could spot us at any place we'd dine in."

"Right," I say disappointed, forgetting he's a famous futbol player.

He registers to disappointment in my tone and glances over at me. "I just don't want people wondering who you are, y'know? I don't want you to have to deal with the press, especially so soon."

I shrug. "I hadn't really thought about it. Getting involved in the drama feels inevitable."

Gavi sighs. "I hope not, for your sake."

The mood has gotten dreary so I raise my voice to a more happy octave. "Which drive thru place is your favorite?"

Gavi smiles. "McDonald's."

I give him a 'really?' look. He keeps smiling. "McDonald's it is," I tell him.

He nods and makes a left turn.

Once we get in line he rests his left arm over the steering wheel and looks over at me. "What would you like."

I tap my chin, pretending to think about it before telling Gavi my regular order. "A Big Mac with fries and a root beer."

He nods and I can tell he's trying really hard not to forget what I told him.

We pull up in line and we're almost at the speaker. Gavi has both his hands on the steering wheel and starts tapping on it as if they're drums. He nods along with his hand drum beat until he pulls up to the speaker and needs to abandon the drums to roll down his window.

The speaker says something muffled in very quick Spanish. Gavi answers in heavy Spanish, reading off my order. After a few seconds a response comes through the speaker and Gavi starts pulling forwards.