We all continued talking and it felt so nice. Like just as quickly as I got here, I had some formation of a friend group already.
"How far is Lyon from here?" I asked Colette who had began speaking of the city she was from.
"Quite far actually. It's pretty close to Switzerland." Colette informed, showing me the distance on Google maps.
"Lyon is just so bea..." Antonela began to say, before her phone started to buzz.
She quickly pulled it out and shot us apologetic looks. She swiped and typed rapidly.
"Carajo! I need to go now. Ciro's began throwing up." She informed, quickly gathering some things.
"Poor thing." Colette sympathised.
"Give him our best." I nodded.
"Mucha gracias hermanitas. Ahora (Now), Francesa do me a favour. Kyky and Arra asked me to hold these random envelopes for whatever reason. Pero ahora, I don't have time to go back to the Parc de Princes, so is it okay if I tell them to pick it up from here?" Antonela rapidly asked Francesca in Spanish.
"Sí, now vas (now go). Dar Ciro un beso para mí (give Ciro a kiss for me)." Francesca obliged, hurrying Antonela to the door.
"Poor Ciro." Gabriel mumbled.
"He's probably going to be the future goat." He then added.
"Gabriel he is a sick child, no need to talk about it now." Colette shook her head at him.
"What? It's true!" Gabriel defended himself.
The two then began a lively dispute in French. Of course. It was always the French vs the English. I watched them chuckling at the wild hand gestures and determined looks.
Francesca then came back, wiping sweat off her forehead.
"Okay so by the way, two of the guys are picking somet—" Francesca was interrupted by knocks on the door.
"How the fuck are they already here." She muttered while walking away.
"Who is coming?" Gabriel questioned, looking at the door.
Colette shrugged her shoulders. We heard the door open, two deep male voices greeted Francesca who did not seem very happy to see them.
"Come with me." Francesca signaled to them, I was still able to see her from my seat.
When she entered the dining room all three of our mouths dropped open. Well mine did for a split second, then I regained composure.
"Get your stupid envelopes then I want you two to leave. You especially." She said, pointing to the tanner man.
Kylian Mbappe and Achraf Hakimi. Achraf was in front of Kylian who was still unable to see those seated at the table. Achraf briefly waved to all of us while he scanned our faces very quickly, stopping abruptly when his eyes met mine. I turned and saw Gabriel stupified.
"Catalina!" Achraf grinned.
Wow, he remembered my name? Achraf's exclamation caused Kylian to walk farther into the room, his eyes widened upon seeing me.
"You?" He whispered, almost inaudibly.
I stared at the ground, how awkward. Francesca's eyes darted between me and Kylian specifically.
"You two know each other?" She inquired with complete confusion.
"Uh well..." I started before being cut off by Kylian.
"Yes. In New York, during the summer, one night we uh, we became very close and uh..." Kylian spoke.
"Slept together?" Colette finished his sentence.
I looked back up to see Kylian nodding.
"We slept together, yeah." Kylian smirked at me a little bit.
Wait what? We never slept together? I was so sleep deprived that night.
Oh shit.
WE DID SLEEP TOGETHER.
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