You and Pau are dating. He's a football player for FC Barcelona and the national Spanish team. He doesn't check you out or lust over you. Your name is Mia, you're a supermodel and you're 18 just like Pau. (You can choose your own orgin.)

It was a usual day in Barcelona, Spain. Pau had football training again at the Barça training centre—it was his daily routine. You were over at his house, as usual. Irene, his 22-year-old sister who's a physiotherapist, was at work. His parents, Robert and Gloria, were downstairs watching some TV. You were upstairs in Pau's room.

Robert, Gloria, and Irene treated you like you were part of their family—you and Pau got together when you two were 3 years old, so that’s why.

You got your period this morning and were dying of cramps. You had run out of pads and tampons too, but you didn’t tell anyone—not even Pau. That boy had no clue. You could barely move without crying. The cramps were bad, with intense back pain, and what was even worse was that it was day 1—day 2 would be absolute hell.

In the meantime, Hansi Flick, the head coach of Barça, was telling the players what to do in that day’s training. After two hours of training, the players were finally done.

You texted Pau, asking if he could get you some painkillers, a heating pad for your cramps, some snacks, and some tampons and pads.

As he read the message and was about to respond, Lamine Yamal and Héctor Fort walked up to him. Héctor spoke up.

“Hey man, wanna hang with us now since training is over? It’ll be fun, we promise.”

Lamine nodded along. Pau needed to buy you stuff, but his two friends had just asked him to hang out. He didn’t know what to do.