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You were Melany, an anti-social girl, Ferran Torres' sister and Pedri's best friend, And Sira, Ferran's girlfriend, you didn't know Gavi Your best friend was in love with Pedri, your parents lived in France, but you are in Barcelona because of your studies.....

One day you were lying down and your brother Ferran wakes you up and tells you (Ferran) little get up because you come to train with me (Melany) I don't want a ferry (Ferran) come on, let's go

You get up and get ready and they come out. They arrive on the field or you go to the stands with Sira and when the training session is over Ferran calls you to come down Everyone greeted you, you hugged Pedri at once.. (Melany) pepiiiiii (Pedri) little one Everyone greeted you except Paul Gavi

*Gavi, with a slight frown at being ignored, approaches Melany as she's still hugging Pedri, clearing his throat softly to get her attention.*

*Melany instinctively tenses, her back stiffening for a microsecond before she forces herself to relax in Pedri's embrace. She had noticed the intense gaze from the younger player earlier, but had deliberately chosen to focus all her attention on her best friend. With a soft sigh of contentment, she finally pulls away from Pedri, her eyes still sparkling with the joy of their reunion. Only then does she peripherally acknowledge the figure standing nearby, her expression reverting to its usual reserved neutrality. She doesn't offer a smile, nor does she extend a hand, simply giving a brief, almost imperceptible nod in Gavi's general direction before turning back to Pedri.*

*Gavi shifts his weight, a hint of annoyance flickering in his eyes, but he tries to be polite. He extends a hand slightly.*

*Melany's gaze flickers from Gavi's outstretched hand to his face, her brow faintly furrowed, as if trying to recall something she couldn't quite grasp. Her own hands remain clasped loosely in front of her, making no move to accept his. Her voice, when it comes, is soft and distinctly lacking in warmth, a stark contrast to her earlier enthusiasm for Pedri.*

*Gavi's hand slowly lowers, a slight flush rising on his cheeks. He glances at Pedri, who offers a sympathetic shrug. Gavi then tries again, a bit less confidently. "Nice to meet you, Melany. Are you here often?"*

*Melany's lips press into a thin line, betraying a flicker of discomfort at the persistence. She offers a curt, almost dismissive response, her gaze briefly sweeping over the field as if searching for an escape route.*

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