Chapter 29- A new feeling...

I was out grocery shopping for the coming week and I had a list in my left hand and a basket in my right, walking around aimlessly getting recognized occasionally, taking photos with some fans and soon my basket was full of food and drink along with household essentials. The tannoy echoed through the store and I walked towards the till that just opened in a hurry so that I could avoid a commotion and leave quickly, and that's when I met her...

More like crashed into her...

We collided into each other in the frozen food aisle and our baskets fell to the ground, I quickly got on my knees, repackaged each basket, and helped the lady up, who looked at me with anger for a second before it melted away under my gaze...

"Hey there, I'm so sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush!" I said hurriedly.

"No, no it's my fault too, I shouldn't have been running." 

"For the till?" 

"Yeah, are you going to the till too?" 

"Yeah, do you wanna go together, it'll help me get away from all the photos anyway!" 

We paid for our stuff and walked out of the supermarket and to our cars, which were coincidentally parked together, "Nice Car," we said at the same time, and her car was nice, it was a new BMW X5. 

"Famous?" she said with a smirk, now that I thought about it, I've seen her somewhere before.

"Unfortunately, yes... I'll see you later!"

"Wait, before you go-" I stopped in my tracks with a smile on my face, will she ask me out?

"I think I've left my spaghetti in your car," 

"Oh, my bad, I'll get it for you." 

That wasn't what I expected but little did I know that I would be seeing her much more often than not, seeing we are meters away from each other at work, I didn't realize and my stupid brain clicked into overdrive, that was our Women's team striker, <*OC, made up*> Nell Bautiste, the new french forward for our women's team, she is half-English though. 

I called our reception and asked for Nell's number straight away and from the receptionist's chuckled, this wasn't the first time, something like this had happened, I saved it on my phone and immediately opened up Instagram searching for her name and found it instantly, 2.5 million followers, almost as much as me, I looked through her pictures and then proceeded to slide into her direct messages, <*I only said it like that because I feared the less tech-savvy would not know what a dm is*>

<Hey, Adrian, from the shop, this is so embarrassing, I completely forgot that we signed a new striker> 

I waited a few minutes until it was confirmed she saw it...

<Haha, no worries Adri, it was fun getting to know you, without the limitations of football!>

I waited again, this time to find the right thing to say, and I noticed that she wasn't offline, she was waiting for me to message, and the interest went both ways. 

<How are you settling in Nell, met the rest of squad?>

<Yeah, Adri, everyone's nice, we gelled pretty well." < p>

I kind of liked how she picked up the nickname so early on, I wasn't oozing confidence, you don't know how long it took me to get the balls to ask out my ex, and then she screwed me over and it took even longer to get over her ass, but I followed my master's teaching and I helped me move on, "If she decides to cheat, to her mother you shall provide the meat!" 

I perked up my confidence and started the big text... The one to raze or raise this relationship...

<Nell, let me make it up to you for not recognizing today, was quite stupid of 😭How about dinner tomorrow, after your first game? My treat!>

<That would be great Adri, I can get to know you and Manchester better 🤣>

<So 7 pm then...> 

<Yeah, I'll see you then> 

I called up the receptionist again and asked for the women's squad's fixture tomorrow, I decided to turn up and watch the game, United Vs Tottenham.