What were the odds that you could get one of the most wanted tickets for Coldplay in Barcelona? And what were the odds that the seat next to me was occupied by one of my most favourite football players in the world? When you walked over to your seat, the first thing you saw was the woman sitting next to you. Her brown hair was flowing over her shoulders as she typed something into her phone. You were starstruck. Fucking Ona Batlle was sitting next to you during the concert. You had to calm down for a second before you could walk over and take your seat. As you reached it, she looked up with her big brown eyes and smiled for a second before shifting her attention towards her screen again. You were tempted on asking her for a picture. She was gorgeous, sitting there with her black Coldplay-Shirt, her hair down, her tattoos clearly visible. You were trying really hard not to fangirl too much but even the thought of sitting down next to her and probably speaking to her made you weak in the knees