I woke up at 7:30am and got ready for the day.

Today I get to meet everyone. Today I get to start the job i've been dreaming about. Today.

After I finished getting ready, I took my handbag and headed outside to meet my taxi driver.

As I was going down the stairs, I bumped into Pierre.

'Easy there, you can really hurt someone.' he said laughing.

'Sorry, I just don't want to be late! I'll talk to you when I get home.' I said and sprinted out the building, Pierre's laughter echoing in the hallway.

'Bonjour! Où aller?' (Good morning! Where to?)

'Bonjour, Parc Des Princes, s'il vous plaît.' (Good morning, Parc Des Princes, please.)

***

After a short drive, we arrived at my destination. I looked up at the stadium, taking in everything and trying to calm my nerves.

Woah.

I walked up to the reception area, and saw a middle aged woman behind the desk laughing at her computer. Knocking on the glass, she paused and looked at me.

'Oui?'

'Bonjour. Je suis Irina Davies et je suis ici pour voir Monsieur Christophe Galtier?' (Hi, I'm Irina Davies and I'm here to see Mr. Christophe Galtier.) I said politely, giving the woman a smile.

She paused, looked me up and down with a blank expression on her face.

'As-tu un rendez-vous?' (Do you have an appointment?)

'I'm here for the Social Media Manager job.'

'Oh, oui, oui, Irina Davies. Un moment.' she started writing something down that I couldn't see and then she turned to me with a smile on her face. 'They're at the training centre, it's a little further. You see the sign over there?' I nodded. 'Walk past it for a few minutes and there's going to be another sign directing you to the reception. I've told them to let you through.'

'Merci!' I squealed a little too happily, heading to the centre I was directed to.

After a 5 minute walk, I reached the reception. I took my ID and gave it to the man, before he escorted me to where Mr. Galtier was.

'Ok, go through them doors and you'll get to the pitch. The players are training so you'll be able to spot Mr. Galtier easily.'

I thanked the man and stepped outside, where the football players were doing some laps around the field.

The football players. Oh. My. God.

I recognised a few of the players, and instantly my heart started beating faster than usual.

I spotted the coach in his long black coat, who was watching the players with his hands in his pockets.

'Monsieur Galtier?' I said gently as I walked up behind him.

He turned around, a smile growing on his face. 'Miss Davies! C'est si bon de vous rencontrer enfin!' (It's so good to finally meet you!)

'Enchanté!' I said with a smile on my face. (Nice to meet you!)

'Comment était votre vol?' (How was your flight?)

'Le vol était super.' (The flight was great.)

I saw a few of the players glance at me and some stopping their training to try and understand what was happening.

'Je tiens à dire que je suis très heureux que vous vous joigniez à nous.' (I want to say that I'm very happy that you are joining us.)

'Cela signifie beaucoup, vraiment.' (It means a lot, really.)

'Et encore une chose, votre français est incroyable.' he said like a proud father. (And one more thing, your french is amazing.)

'Merci. Je ne savais pas si j'avais besoin de connaître le français nécessairement, alors j'ai décidé de l'apprendre quand même.' (Thanks. I didn't know if I needed to know French necessarily, so I decided to learn it anyway.)

'You can speak whatever language you want to, chérie.' he said with a very thick French accent. 'We have about 15 minutes left of training, but I can cut it short if you want, so you get to introduce yourself and speak to the bo—'

'Oh no, let them finish their training. They have to stay in shape, right?' I said laughing.

'You're very right.' he responded laughing.

We spoke a bit about the job, some of the ideas that I have for some content, just so time can pass faster. As soon as the players were done training they started walking towards us.

'Attendez, les garçons! Je veux que vous rencontres quelqu'un.' (Hold up, boys! I want you to meet someone.) the coach said with a smile on his face, making every single one of them stop in their tracks.

Galtier turned his head around, signalling that I can proceed.

With a nod of my head, I turned around to face the players, all the nerves that took over washing away, making me feel like I've been doing this for years.

'Salut tout le monde. Je suis Irina et à partir d'aujourd'hui, je serai la responsable des médias sociaux du club. Comme vous pouvez le voir, je parle français, cependant, ma première langue est l'anglais. Donc, si vous êtes d'accord et que vous pouvez me comprendre, je parlerai en anglais. C'est un honneur de pouvoir travailler avec vous et de vous rencontrer tous. Maintenant, en ce qui concerne ce sur quoi nous allons travailler, ce sont les interviews, le contenu différent, l'image et les problèmes que vous avez avec les médias. J'espère vraiment que nous pourrons nous entendre et créer une belle amitié professionnelle, car je suis ici pour prendre strictement soin de vous tous et du club.' (Hi, everyone. I am Irina and starting today I will be the social media manager for the club. As you can see, I speak French, however, my first language is English. So, if it's okay with you, and you are able to understand me, I'll be speaking in English. It's an honour to be able to work with you and getting to meet you all. Now, regarding what we will be working on, is interviews, different content, image and whatever problems you guys have with the media. I really hope that we'll be able to get along and create a beautiful  professional friendship, as I am here to strictly take care of all of you and the club.) I ended with a big smile on my face, and to my surprise they all started clapping and smiling, including the coach.

'Très bon.' the coach leaned in.

'Thank you.' I said quietly to him.

My attention returned to the players, who were still staring at me.  'Any questions?' I asked confidently.

'Oui.' A boy from the back said.

'Go on.'

'Erm, so are you from London?' his accent wasn't a thick one, like the coach's, making me assume he was probably from somewhere else.

'Yeah.'

'I have a question.' another guy said, making me turn my head to the one and only, my little sister's crush, Kylian Mbappe.

'Sure.'

'How old are you?' he said almost smirking.

'21.'

He looked very pleased with my answer, but someone else grabbed my attention.

'You are very pretty.' Neymar said, making my cheeks turn red instantly and making me want to crawl into a corner and disappear.

'Thank you, I guess that was all with the questions.'

'Vous êtes libres de partir.' (You guys are free to go.) the coach said, and they all started walking inside the centre and off the pitch.

'Vous avez fait un très bon travail.' (You did a great job.) Galtier said, turning around to face me. 'Now, follow me, I need to walk you through a few things before you start.'

'Great.' I said walking after him inside the centre.

As we were walking down the corridor, while he was explaining to me that I'll get to pick one of the 3 digital marketing employees to assist me during my staying here, we are interrupted by someone.

'Coach.'

I've never been one of Kylian Mbappe's fangirls, but I had to admit he had something about him. Something that grabs your attention. I don't know what it was, but he grabbed my attention.

'Yes, Kylian?'

'I can give Irina the tour, as I'm done with everything and in case you're busy.' he said while stealing a few glances of me.

The coach turned his head to me. 'Is that okay with you?'

'Yeah, that's fine.'

'Alright then, give her the tour. I'll see you later.'

'Of course.'