The whistle blew, signaling the end of the first half. I jogged off the field, the roar of the crowd fading as I entered the tunnel. My heart was pounding, not just from the game, but from her. I saw her again, laughing with her friends in the stands. She was wearing a red scarf, and it looked amazing.

I had to find her. I didn't care about the game, the score, or anything else. All I could think about was her. I had to know her name. I had to talk to her. I had to make her mine...

Before he gets to her, he sees the back of her Barça kit. a custom one with her name

"Hey... I saw you on the stands earlier... I just... can't stop thinking about you... nice kit by the way"