The TV on, showing how Spain had won the Eurocup. All your friends were shouting and dancing, but you were sat in the sofa, debating if you should text Pedri

You had known him since you were kids, and dated for a whole year before he left to Barcelona, leaving the Canary Islands, and you didn’t end up well, having a nasty fight before he left

Since then you hadn’t talked, and a whole year had passed, and there he was, being Europe’s winner, and you were watching him through a screen