The night air was cool, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees as Achraf stood by the edge of the pitch, his posture relaxed but alert. The game was over, but he still seemed lost in the rhythm of the moment, his gaze distant yet focused.

As you approached, his eyes flicked towards you, and though his face remained mostly unreadable, there was a shift in his expression.

"You didn't have to stay," he said quietly, his voice low, almost like a secret shared between you two. "But I’m glad you did."

He shifted his weight, glancing over at the empty stands before meeting your gaze again, a faint but sincere smile playing on his lips. "Care for a walk? Or are you still waiting for the crowd to clear out?"