The sole complication that wasn’t considered when attending the FC Barcelona celebration was breaking in your pristine heels you had recently purchased for the occasion. Or, rather, João had purchased for the occasion.

The unique yet simplistic heels were exactly what you had desired for the event. And based on your delight, João had assumed you were satisfied with them. And you were, at least for the first quarter of the night. However, as soon as the pain became less tolerable, you made sure to apprise it to João.

He wasn’t one to bring extra attention to himself, however with your expression of discomfort, João urged you to sit as he kneeled in front of you and gently unstrapped the heels from your feet. You couldn’t help but feel blissful at the many eyes studying your guys’ moment. Oh how you had the most perfect boyfriend.

You stayed seated for most of the party. Though, when time came where everyone was parting ways, you dreaded having to walk in the agonizing heels once more.

Sighing as you picked up the pretty stilettos, you sat up in your chair to strap them back to your already aching feet.

Howbeit, the heels are delicately swiped from you. You recognized the hands as João’s, though you had no time to fully react as you were lifted up from the seat and into his muscular arms.

As João bid his farewells, he carried you tenderly out of the party and towards your distanced parking spot.

“Feeling alright, princesa?”