@phil.coutinho
hey Coline Lavana, did you know that Pluto is smaller than Russia

@coline.lavana
Hey Philippe Couthino, I did not know that
Coutinho* omg I'm sorry

@phil.coutinho
the H is always right before the O

@coline.lavana
Well I'm having a hard time remembering that in case you did not notice

@phil.coutinho
you need to remember how to write your future last name you do realize that

@coline.lavana
Do you mean that you have a hot and rich brother that I can marry

@phil.coutinho
that's me

@coline.lavana
Disappointing

@phil.coutinho
yeah that why you're smiling at your phone

@coline.lavana
Am not
Good night Philippe Coutinho

@phil.coutinho
good night Coline Lavana

...

"Hello?"

"Hey, Brazilian thing!"

Philippe whined when he heard Gerard's voice. His phone had woken him up by ringing, and he had just picked it up without checking the calling ID.

"It's rest day, why are you calling me?"

"It's eleven, Phil, why are you still sleeping?"

"Because I am tired? Who are you, my dad?"

"Tsk, I'm way too young for that. Unless you were talking about—"

"Why you calling me?"

"I wanted to know if you were going to see Coline."

Philippe frowned.

"Who?"

"Coline! Your Instagram girl, remember?"

"We are not in one of your fan fictions, Geri. The fact that we have a rest day does not mean that I'm running in France to meet her."

"Wait...she did not tell you that she is in Spain?"

"What? She was at her hairdresser salon yesterday."

"That was yesterday. But she called Shak days ago to tell her that she was coming for her job, I don't know what it is, an exhibition about hair or something like that."

"Oh."

"Look, sorry, I thought you knew."

"No, it's okay."

"Maybe she has forgotten?"

"You don't have to find her excuses, Geri," Coutinho smiled sadly. "I have to go."

"What? Wait, Phi—"

But he had hung up already.

...

@coline.lavana
Hey Philippe Coutinho

@phil.coutinho
what do you want?

@coline.lavana
Uh, just to talk
Sorry to bother you, I did not know that you were busy

@phil.coutinho
you're the busy one

@coline.lavana
Not really lmao I have that exhibition and it is boring af

@phil.coutinho
so you thought, oh well i am bored, I should go and flirt with that guy

@coline.lavana
Okay can you tell me what's going on?

@phil.coutinho
nothing. i did not realize that it was all a game for you

@coline.lavana
A game? What is a game for me?

@phil.coutinho
where do I live, Coline Lavana?

@coline.lavana
In Barcelona???

@phil.coutinho
right. and where are you?

@coline.lavana
...are you serious rn
I am in Tarragona. It is more than an hour away from Barcelona, I came by plane which mean I can't come and visit, besides I am basically here to work. That's what I said to Shak and that's why I did not tell you.

@phil.coutinho
maybe you can't come & visit but i do.

@coline.lavana
Yeah right how selfish of me to ask you to drive 2 hours just to see a girl from Instagram, don't you have training or friends to see

@phil.coutinho
send me your location, i'll be there in an hour.

...

One outside the building where the exhibition was taking place, Philippe Coutinho realized that he did not know how Coline Lavana looked like.

He had seen her hair on Instagram, and some piece of her face. That's it.

@phil.coutinho
hey mh how do you look like

@coline.lavana
Ugly why

@phil.coutinho
how am I supposed to recognize you

@coline.lavana
I am coming. Dw I know how you look like and I can't pronounce your last name

@phil.coutinho
just pretend that the H is an I

@coline.lavana
Damn that H, can't we just suppress it it's getting on my nerves

@phil.coutinho
There are tons on women where are you exactly

"Hey Philippe Coutinho," said a voice, and he raised her head before hugging her out of nowhere. He did not even know where that was coming from. He just felt like doing it.

"Sorry," he let her go, taking a step back, "now it's 3-2 for you."

She smiled, and he couldn't help but smile back. They were basically staring at each other when a girl appeared and started to talk to Coline. Philippe took at least ten seconds to realize that it was French and that he did not speak that language at all.

"...tu es sûre que tu ne veux pas rester avec nous?"

"Non non, je vous laisse, t'inquiète pas pour moi. À ce soir !"

The girl left, and Coline shrugged.

"Sorry. That was Amel, the friend I came with here. She is dating Julian Draxler from PSG?"

"Oh, right," Coutinho nodded, "I see that you already know several WAGs, that's good," he smiled, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, can we leave this place?"

"Sure. Let's find a place that sells ice cream."

They ended up taking milkshakes instead, and since it was a pretty sunny day in Tarragona—it was cloudy in Barcelona, so Philippe was happy to be here—, they decided to walk together, visiting the city.

"We look like tourists," Coline remarked, looking at them through a window display. With their milkshakes in hands and sunglasses on their faces, they certainly looked like it.

"We are tourists."

"Shhh, no need to scream that."

"Can I try your milkshake?" he suddenly asked, taking his straw out of his own milkshake, and she almost hit him.

"What are you doing with your straw? Don't put your dirty straw in my milkshake."

"It's not dirty!"

"Drink in mine, I don't mind," she gave him the cup, and he frowned.

"You sure?" he insisted, and since she nodded, he just did.

"Wow, now I can sell my straw. How much money can I win with that?"

"You need to prove that I actually put my mouth on it."

"Shit, I should have taken a pic," she sighed theatrically.

"I know that it is your dream to have pics of me on your phone."

"At least I haven't liked a pic from 176 weeks in which I am in bikini," she smiled, and Philippe hide his face with his only available hand. "Are you blushing right know?"

"I did not mean to do that!"

"Of course," she winked.

"What were you doing in Rio de Janeiro?"

"Holidays," she shrugged.

"I've never been to France."

"Well, next time, you're the one coming to see me in my country," she smiled, and he looked at her, smiling as well.

"Deal."