Gavi had been waiting outside of your apartment in his black Mercedes GLE. He had been texting his group chat, as it had been match day, while waiting as you tend to take forever to get ready.

He has started going through his social media when he heard the door open and shut.

You entered the car with a barcelona jersey that had Gavi written on the back with the number 6 tucking it wearing some baggy jeans and some air jordan’s with your hair in a claw clip.

Immediately once you got in you opened the car mirror and put on some lipgloss and heard Gavi let out a low whistle.

“You look good, princesa. That’s no excuse on how you’re late. How do you manage to always be late?” He asked, his Spanish accent coming out heavily.