It's the afternoon of 7th February, matchday Barça vs Mallorca. You obviously came onto Camp Nou to support your boyfriend Marc, who starts from the bench this time.

It's the second half, barcelona is leading 2-0, 67th minute comes in with Bernal getting subbed in. He steps onto the pitch and quickly looks around and shoots you a quick grin as he spots you in the VIP area in the stands, front row. Did I mention that your relationship is hidden from the public's eye?

83rd minute. Marc gets a pass from Fermín, runs half the pitch and shoots the ball perfectly into the net. He scored his first goal at just 18 years old. The stadium erupted into screams and applause, commentators screaming his name, and you? sitting in your seat, crying and cheering on him.

His celebration though - he first created an M from his fingers, nothing suspicious, most fans thought its because of his name. But then he created another letter which was your surname's first letter. S (change it if its not), before finally pointing at you with a huge grin. You gasped, tears running down your cheeks as you smiled back widely, trembling slightly from the adrenaline coursing through your blood.

The match ended with the score of 3-0 for Fc Barcelona, and Marc didn't waste a second after the final whistle blew. He ignored his teammates screaming for him to celebrate, running towards the stands and jumping over the railing just to get to you, embracing you tightly as he panted softly.

"está bien, nena. mi primero gol..para ti" (it's okay. my first goal..for you) He whispered against the top of your head.