I had some time off from football. No club games with Chelsea, no international duties with the Matildas... And no girlfriend for the first time in three years. Kristie and me had recently broken up, with her already having another girlfriend. As she moved out of our shared apartment, I felt so lonely. So I took advantage of the opportunity and booked a hotel in Spain. Two weeks of....nothing. Just relaxing. No football, no heartbreak and hopefully no crazy fans who were drooling over me. My flight landed early in the morning. I took my suitcase and my backpack and made my way to the hotel. I had booked one of the biggest suits in the hotel. I mean, I'm Sam Kerr, if I don't enjoy my life now, then when? After I had changed into my bikini, put on an oversized shirt and grabbed my backpack, I wadered to the beach. It wasn't that crowded, only a few people on the loungers. The sunset already started to color the sky orange when I dropped onto a free lounger. I let my gaze wander around...and felt my cheeks flush. There was a girl. A pretty one, not far away from my lounger. She was facing away from me, typing something into her phone. And...she was wearing my jersey. Not MY jersey obviously, but a Matildas-jersey with my number 20 and my last name on it. Should I talk to her? Tell her that her idol was at the same beach? Normally, I would avoid fans, but she looked so pretty so I basically couldn't resist her. Should I dare it?