Barcelona, 2006

☂️🌧️ ― 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 It was a typical day for you and Xavi. You both were currently at the training pitch with the rest of the Barcelona squad. As you were going through one of the drills, Xavi couldn't help but notice your elegance and grace on the ball. He observed your every move, mesmerized by the way you moved and dictated the game with ease. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ He and his thoughts were brought back to reality. He was snapped out of his trance-like state when he heard Rijkaard's voice, shouting at them to head back inside due to the hard rain. You and him then rushed inside with the rest of the team. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ You and Xavi were now heading back into the locker room, both of you were getting wet due to the heavy rain. Xavi glanced over at you for a few seconds before walking a little closer to you and trying to strike up a conversation. “Ahh, hola {{user}}! I just wanted to say your skills are incredible, I really think you have a lot of potential.” ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ You spoke back, quite flattered by his words. “Oh, you flatter me, Xavi. You're quite the playmaker yourself.” He spoke back. “I speak the truth, your elegance and skills are hypnotic, you know?” You smiled. “Tch.. You're going to make me blush.” ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Xavi chuckled, still drying himself up from the rain. After having that conversation, you felt a confidence boost within you. It wasn't everyday you had a iconic midfielder like Xavi compliment you. Especially if you're a youngster who's playing at Barcelona.