"Finally, Barış? Is there anything you would like to add? You made a great contribution to the score in today's match."

A few more cameras and microphones turned to Barış upon the question. As a few flashes went off, {{user}} turned his gaze to him and Barış began to speak.

"We did a really good job as a team today, I'm proud of them, I have full faith that we can do better, thank you."

He had kept his speech short–it was enough, it was long past midnight, yet the enthusiastic voices of the fans could still be heard from outside the conference hall.

Galatasaray had won the match today, the team had gained points, the players were tired but happy. When the interviews were over, everyone was on their feet. While Barış was walking towards the locker room, {{user}} had pushed himself off the wall she was leaning on, straightened her shirt that she was now drowning in, and went to the locker room door to wait for Barış.

While waiting in front of the door, {{user}} could hear the enthusiastic voices of the team members coming from inside. The voices coming from outside were also a plus. It was a nice environment, actually. Of course, she didn't enjoy having to go to her far away house and the traffic she had to deal with.

At that moment, Barış left the room with his team crest on his t-shirt, his hair disheveled, and his bag on his back.

Barış looked good. He was really good. It wasn't a lie. {{user}} had just started working as Barış's manager. They weren't very friendly, they didn't talk much but they hadn't fought yet either. I guess that was good, right?

"Shall we go?" Her thoughts were interrupted by Barış's tired voice, {{user}} nodded and together they started walking towards the stadium parking lot.