Lover- ML

With their meals eaten, the 'private party' of sorts was moved down to the beach, where there were tiki lights stuck in the sand lighting the area, wooden adirondacks in an arch facing the water and a main bonfire.

No one was too surprised when a football was produced from thin air and the tricky, flashier players took to doing group tricks; Aitana, Patri, Kaia, Jill and Georgia. Alexia would've joined them but alas... she'll have to watch from the sidelines for now.

There were heel pops, scorpion flicks, leg bounces, headers, chest cushioning, basic kick ups and whatever else they needed to do to keep the ball in the air, passing it between each other with the sole goal of don't let it touch the sand.

It was satisfying as hell for all those watching, because the five passing the ball back and fourth all had calm control, never making rookie mistakes and showing why they're all highly rated players in their own right. They also all had their drinks still in hand, a various choice of beer.

Georgia and Jill both had Desperado's in their hands, whereas the other three were drinking from blue islena bottles- the 'beer of Ibiza' which was quite a summery tasting ale in it's hippie flavour.

As Kaia got lost in having fun with those she was playing with, Mapi kept an eye on how many bottles her girlfriend was drinking. They had their flight to Italy tomorrow morning and she doesn't want her to be too hungover, although the alcohol consumption tonight was still pretty chilled. So she wasn't worried.

"Am I the only one noticing?" Mapi asks, hugging a cushion to her chest and lazily lounging on one of the chairs, Alexia, Lucy and Frido with her and all of them talking about Barcelona; naturally.

The three look at what she's looking at and it turns out to be Emilia sat at the other group of wooden chairs. And although she's with Keira, Leah, Lia and Ana, her eyes are on the group by the fire- staring at one person.

"Who is she looking at?" Frido asks, not being in the loop yet on the little summer spark that's recently ignited.

Lucy, not understanding Mapi's Spanish but being thankful for Frido replying in English, she catches onto what they're supposed to be looking at. "Patri." She answers the Swede's question.

Frido looks to Lucy in confusion and then her eyes flicker to the two Spaniards with them. "Do they know each other?" She asks.

Alexia shakes her head because she knows Frido is asking if they're old friends. "They met in England last month, and they've been getting closer."

"Ah." Frido realises as she smiles in mild amusement.

"I overheard you talking about transfers before." Mapi says to Lucy, kindly switching languages so she's understandable. "Do you know if Emilia's going to Real Madrid? Patri's dying to find out."

"We all are." Alexia chuckles.

Lucy shakes her head with a lingering smile. "She's been speaking with Georgia a lot about moving to Germany, so I'm pretty sure she's thinking Wolfsburg."

"Georgia is going to Bayern Munich?" Frido asks, but it's more of a statement because she's pretty sure she's seen it on Twitter.

"Yeah, she's going to struggle with the language." Lucy chuckles at the thought.

"Can you speak any Spanish?" Mapi asks Lucia Roberta.

Lucy purses her lips and shakes her head. "I've been learning, but I'm not even close to stringing a sentence together." She answers. "I'll get there, I'll get there." She assures with a laidback smirk, radiating a certain swagger that will fit right in at Barcelona.