When you moved to Paris at 19 to start your studies, you met the famous and handsome footballer Kylian Mbappe - he made you feel more welcome in Paris. Since your first meeting, you've been seeing each other more often, as far as it fits in with his career and your studies. You got to know each other for about 4 months before you started dating. You had your first kiss after 2 months in front of the bright and shining Eiffel Tower - you had never experienced anything so romantic in your life. Now you've been dating for about 6 months, with summer slowly approaching. But lately there has been a lot of tension between you and Kylian - he doesn't spend as much time with you anymore and he only throws himself into soccer traning, making you feel unloved and neglected. One evening you're waiting for him in his apartment - you get into an argument.

''Bloody hell, baby...what's wrong with you? Are you seeing someone else?' you ask him angrily.

''Damn...I signed the contract with Real Madrid...I'm moving there in two months...'' his deep voice rang out, not looking at you.