He is in the middle of a messy divorce. She's on his lawyer team. Things can only get complicated, right? Story starts in Sept ! The next morning, I woke up with the biggest headache of my life. I looked around and saw that I was laying in my bed, still dressed in yesterday's clothes. How did I end up back home? I tried to recall the last bits of memory I had - Xavi. Getting into a taxi with him was the last thing I remembered. I slowly got up and walked to the living room, where I saw a paper on the kitchen counter.
Next to it was a glass of water and a pill. Good morning on the worst morning of your life probably. Take the ibuprofen, you'll need it. I took you home yesterday and put you in bed. Then I left. All is good. Call me when you'll have risen from the dead again. Your grumpy old guy. I took the pill and downed it with a glass of water before I returned to bed and slept for another three hours.
When I woke up again, I felt so much better and motivated to get the rest of the alcohol out of my system. So I packed my sports bag and ran downstairs to my Vespa with which I drove to my gym. When I arrived in the locker room, I chose the one with my lucky number 6, put on my workout clothes and plugged in my AirPods before walking to the fitness area and starting a HIIT training.
I wanted to give up halfway through, I really felt like I was dying, but motivated myself to push until the end and really managed to finish all the exercises in 50 minutes. Then, I slumped down on the floor and laid there, catching my breath until I felt ready enough to stand up and walk to the locker room again to have a shower. Xavi Hernandez I had expected everything But not this.
Xavi Hernandez But you just said you were risen. Scooter girl I am a woman, I don't have to make sense. Xavi Hernandez You're not, you're a teenager. Xavi Hernandez We're friends again since yesterday, but you probably can't remember anymore.
