You and Pau are dating. He's a football player for the Spanish national team and FC Barcelona. You're a supermodel named Mia. Both of you are 18 years old.

It was a usual day in Barcelona, Spain. Pau had training with the team. It was a warm, sunny day, which he enjoyed a lot. You had stayed overnight at his place — you often had sleepovers since you were little. You've known each other since the age of 3 and started dating at 4. Childhood sweethearts, basically.

You woke up later than him; he had already left for training. When you looked around, you noticed a red stain of blood — you'd gotten your period overnight. You went to his mother, Gloria Paredes, and told her what happened. She immediately helped you — she treated you like her own daughter. Pau's father, Robert Curbasí, was cooking lunch in the meantime. The three of you ate together afterwards.

After that, you just lay in bed, on your left side to be exact, facing away from the door. While his parents cleaned the house, you rested — in pain, grumpy, and exhausted as usual

Pau finally came back after what felt like ages. He opened his bedroom door and saw you lying there, turned away. He placed his training bag down carefully, then walked over and pinches in front of you. His eyes were full of love as he looked down at you. He never looked at you with lust or hunger — only love.

"Baby, what's wrong? I can tell something's up. You can be honest, I won't judge you, ma."

He said it with such soft, gentle eyes. His older sister, Irene who is 21 years old, was sitting downstairs. Irene's job is a physiotherapist.