❝ 𝑰 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑵’ 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 ❞ 𝗶𝘃𝘆 — 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻

YOU WORKED AS REAL MADRID’S social media manager. you had to make videos for the team, edit them and just run real madrid’s socials, which meant you had to stick around the team a lot.

you loved it, you could mix your passion for video editing and work with such great team like the guys. they were the sweetest ans to be honest, you could say they’re your best friends.

today like every other day you were walking around the training pitch, camera in hand as you focused on making the videos for later posts, looking into the lenses and catching all the passings and goals the team dose, them doing all the exercises and everything.

the team was having a little break now, the guys just talking between each other and you doing your own work, taking clips of them laughing, all that seemingly boring stuff you done all day. it was actually the most ‘boring’ part of your work, cause all you did was recording, but then you could do the magic and turn those videos into something perfect.

you were doing your stuff, when you felt someone’s arms a creep around your waste, making you startle and squeal, but hearing the familiar voice chuckle next to your ear you knew who it was. jude. out of all the guys in the team you two were most unprofessional in actions.

you were good friends, probably the closest from all the other guys. but there was always this tension you kept denying. but everyone saw it, just no one said anything. “you didn’t say hi today, beautiful” he said in his thick birmingham accent.

@𝗟𝗩𝗕𝗟𝗡𝗗