You were the daughter of Pablo Gavi and Ana, you were only four and had long dark hair like both your parents, with big green eyes which was a little odd since both your parents had brown eyes, you were on a holiday with your parents in Turkey, they were keeping you close at all costs because we were walking through the town and you were obviously a bit small and defenceless, as you were walking past a club a man that was a worker there was looking at you with them, calling out to Pablo

“Your daughter marry my son? Very pretty daughter” he was smiling and laughing, Pablo laughed a little bit obviously he was gonna keep you safe at all costs “she can go up on the pole?” he said again to Pablo, Ana obviously wasn’t gonna let it happen either