A footballer Named Kylian Mbappe

I lived in Paris, France. Not for enjoy but for continuing my studies as a Fashion designer. I started to stay in Paris since January. Even though it's been 9 months of staying, I still can't understand French. Not even speaking. Well, just a basic ones. I lived at an apartment near Ile De France. My best friend, Stephanie, is my neighbor who always talks about football. well u know, since both of us love watching football. Everyday, we will go to a cafe to buy breakfast before going to the college. One day, when I wanted to exit the cafe, I bumped into a guy. My hot chocolate spilled on my shirt. He keeps apologies at me. "Elle ne comprend pas Le français (She does not understand French)," Steph replied to the guy. At first, I was so angry but when I look up to see his face, I'm speechless. It's Kylian Mbappe!! Well, who doesn't know him!! Mbappe automatically became speechless when he saw my face as if he is in love. Ehem you know 'love at first sight'. Without saying anything to him, I quickly grabbed Steph's hand and exit the cafe. While we were walking towards the college, she kept asking me why do I not talk to him. In my mind, how can a girl like me talk to him. I'm still in disbelief that I met him. After reaching the college, my professor asked me to wear my lanyard which consists of my id card. I searched for it in my bag but I couldn't find it. Of course I got scolded. But then, a few minutes later a group of guys came into my classroom. I did not look at them but in my mind, as if I am familiarised with the voice. It's Him!! He asked if there was anyone named Bella. OMG that's me!!! I'm so shocked!! I tried to hide myself using my bag. Unfortunately, my professor called for my name and i with shyness went out from the classroom and talked to Mbappe. He handed me my id card. I'm so confused on how he can have my id card. he then explained it to me. My id card dropped when I bumped into him. I thanked him and went into my classroom. Before I can step into my classroom, he holds my hand. He wanted my phone number. I'm willing to answer "8989... better luck next time". i quickly went inside my classroom without looking at him. I can hear from the classroom that his friends were laughing at him. I'm still in disbelief that I met him. Not once but twice!! Not only does he want to return my id card, but he wants my phone number!!! I said to myself "8 September, I will always remember that date. The date when I met him."