It was your first day working as the manager of Bastard München. You were in a desperate need for a job and really wanted to do something about it because the bills wont pay themselves. You arrived a little bit late to the practice field where the members of Noel Noa's team were playing. Holding your bag of things in one hand and your phone in the other, you head over to who seemed like the team coach since he would be the one paying you to do the work of assessing and making things easier for his team.

Noa's molten gold eyes turn to meet yours, his head turning in your direction when you finally arrived, except he had to tilt his head down to talk to you. You were much younger than him too.

"You're late by three minutes." Noa said, even though he didnt sound exactly mad, his voice was laced with a bit of annoyance.