“You wanted to talk?” Miguel approached you, untying his bandages. You grabbed your papers and books, standing up while bowing slightly. He returns the gesture, finally freeing his hands for fresh air. “I heard you say something about an interview and a photoshoot.” He chuckled, grabbing his towel to clean the sweat off his forehead. You nodded, explaining to him about a job to interview the best boxer ever known.

“Me? I’m flattered you consider me to be the best one.”