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"antoine." he has this look in his eyes like he knows who i am, but he's also completely baffled. "antoine griezmann, i'm joãos friend." a flash of realization shoots through me and i suddenly feel stupid and nervous in the presence of football royalty.

"oh yes, of course." i give him a weak smile, still not fully understanding how he knows who i am.

"i didn't realize how gorgeous joãos fiancé is." he sends me a playful smirk and grabs my hand, kissing the top of it gently, before letting it fall back onto the table. "he hasn't been able to stop talking about you for the last couple days. to be completely honest, i didn't even know he was seeing anyone before he mentioned you last week."

my heart is beating so fast, i wouldn't even be surprised if it flew out of my chest onto the table in front of us. i'm not even able to reply because i'm too busy fangirling over the fact that antoine griezmann just kissed my hand.

my father is a huge barcelona fan, and if he knew that i was currently sitting with an ex barca player, he would probably go mental.

"joãos actually waiting in the car if you want to come say hi." antoine suggests, picking up his drink to take a sip. i ponder on the idea for a moment and then almost gasp. i forgot about my friends.

i quickly turn to them, to catch all their jaws basically on the floor. "um." i look back at antoine with a surprised smile. "i don't think that's a good idea, i'm actually having breakfast with my friends." i motion towards the three other silent people at the table, and antoine lets out an airy laugh.

"they can come aswell if they'd like, i have a large car." he nods towards the door and stands up, extending his hand out for me to take.

i really don't want to drag my friends along with me to something they don't want to do, but the deal is almost impossible to say no too. i grab onto antoine's hand and stand up, dusting off my leather pants.

"do you guys want to tag along, it will be fun." i barely get to finish my question before the group is out of their seats, shoving their items into their purses and pockets. i give them a strange look and then follow antoine out of the cafe and onto the busy sidewalk.

the two of us talk amongst ourselves for a couple minutes on the way to his car, while my friends whisper behind us. i'm eager to know what they are talking about, and i finally get an answer when someone tugs on my shirt and i fly back into the trio.

"i think you forgot to tell us the part where the guy you're marrying is actually an insanely famous footballer!" alejandro claps his hands together dumbfounded, eyes wide.

"i didn't think it was that important." i shrug lightly, making sure to watch the back of antoine's head so we don't get lost in the busy morning crowd.

"it's not important?" carlos whisper screams in my ear and i give him a warning look to shut up. "antoine griezmann just came and chatted up a normal convo with you and invited you back to his car! antoine griezmann?!? what part of that isn't important!?" he waves his hands around in circles making his point very clear.

"i've never even met the guy before, don't ask me how he knows me."

"oh even better!" carlos laughs sarcastically. "antoine griezmann recognized you, a complete nobody!" i send the brunette a harsh glare and he rolls his eyes at me, still completely shocked.

as we turn into the parking lot antoine waves us over, slipping into the drivers seat and i quickly stop to give my friends a talking too. "now hush, don't embarrass yourself, and please do not bombard them with stupid questions because then they'll think you're weird and never want to hang out with you again!"