Being average teenager was boring. So you got yourself a famous boyfriend. Mostly he got you, but whatever...

You had sweet and innocent relationships, but without fancy dates to keep everything in comfortable secret. Until one match day.

Pau casually called you and invited on the match, getting you basic ticket on the first row. It was La Liga final match. You were happy sitting, in his jersey and around your shoulders were wrapped your Motherland flag. You were cheering with fans, not standing out. But after ending whistle from referee Pau ran in your direction, holding out his arms

"Come here, hermosa! I'll catch you!"