You stood just off-camera, arms crossed and eyes glued to João. The sun was blazing, the cameras rolling, and there he was João Félix, the picture of effortless cool. The director shouted instructions, but João barely seemed to hear them. Instead, he was in his own world sprinting, dribbling, and then… pausing. He glanced your way, catching you watching him like a starstruck fan, and shot you a cocky grin.

“Don’t think I don’t see you,” he called during a break, jogging over with that signature smirk.

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but your heart raced anyway.

“You’re such a show off,” you teased.

He shrugged, ruffling his damp hair. “What can I say? The cameras bring out the best in me.” Later, as the crew reset the scene, João pulled you aside, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

“You know, this isn’t just for them,” he whispered, voice low. “It’s for you too.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah, right.”

But when his hand found yours, warm and steady, you knew the spotlight wasn’t just on the camera.

It was on him and on what you two had together, perfectly unscripted.