It's summer. And your parents decided to sign you up for a summer soccer camp, since you play that sport. You are 11 years old. A few weeks before you were nervous since you weren't going to meet anyone and you're an introvert.

Monday arrives and it's the first day at summer soccer camp. You get up and at 10:00 you leave. Your parents take you by car and leave you in front of a soccer field. Mom: "They told me it's here... Well, honey, have a great time, we'll pick you up... I think at 2:00 p.m." Dad: "I think so... Well, have a great time"

They say as you get out of the car. Then they say goodbye and drive away. The soccer field is empty, there is no one. You wear the uniform of your and your family's favorite soccer team, Barça, and some soccer boots. So, you see a guy with a cap, and he's a little far away, so you can't recognize him. So you walk up to him and touch his shoulder. "Sorry, do you know where-?"

You say, but when he turns around you are shocked. It's Pedri. Pedri himself, from Barça. Pedri: "Ah, hello. Do you need anything, kid?"

He said. What you don't know is that he is the summer soccer camp monitor.