Catalina's pov
"Okay, we're back!" Francesca announced with her older cousin in tow.
Shit. Antonela was Messi's wife. THE LEO MESSI'S WIFE. How Gabe managed to keep his cool, I had no idea. How was I going to keep my cool?
The two women sat down and we all began eating.
"So World Cup?" Gabriel said with his mouth full of food.
He was forward. Wasted absolutely no time getting to the point.
Antonela laughed, "I assume you know."
Gabriel nodded, "Please thank your husband for beating France. You've successfully avenged England."
"I'll pass the message onto Leo!"
"Shut the hell up Gabriel. England never stood a chance against France." Colette interjected.
"Allez les bleus." I mumbled jokingly, causing the others to chuckle a bit.
What was I supposed to say? I was eating dinner with basically the queen of all WAGs.
"Lina who did you support en la Copa Mundial?" Francesca questioned with curiosity.
I swallowed all of my food before answering.
"There was no Colombia so it was pretty easy to get behind the US." I responded, smiling.
"Typical American." Gabriel muttered, accentuating his British accent.
"And after they got knocked out?" Francesca continued with her questions.
"Then, I was die hard Argentina." I answered, garnering a smile from Antonela and Francesca.
"Argentina's a bitch." Colette yawned.
She received glares from Francesca and Antonela.
"What? It's true. We were about to be back to back world champions!" Colette smirked.
"Key word, about to be." Gabriel winked.
"Oh shut it quarterfinals." Colette snapped at Gabriel.
I covered my mouth to stop any food from coming out when I laughed. That however was a mistake.
Gabriel turned and shot me a wicked look, "You think this is funny round of 16?"
Damn, he had me there.
"As if you were able to beat us in the group stage." I shot back.
"Damnnnn she got youuuuu." Francesca sang.
"Vamos Lina (let's go Lina)!" Antonela turned to me, cheering.
"Nah bruv you guys barely qualified for the knockouts. Pulisic's balls had to do the job for you." Gabriel retorted.
"Don't insult Captain America like that. His name should never come out of your mouth."
Gabriel rolled his eyes, and suddenly, I was a lot more at ease with those at the table.
"Anyways, Antonela, Francesca, I'm sure the whole month has been non stop football for you, so I get if the topics a bit boring. Cómo fueron tus vacaciones (how were ur holidays)?" I asked them.
Antonela especially smiled gratefully at me. She of all people had probably had to been watching football all throughout November and December.
"It was good. Leo got some well deserved time off and we all got to go back to Argentina for a few weeks. Like a rejuvenation." She explained.
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.
don't take what Catalina says seriously