“Okay,” Davide said, breathless with a grin as he dropped onto the bench beside you, sweat glistening along his forehead after training. “You saw that goal, right? You have to admit—it was a little sexy.”

He nudged your arm playfully, his tone light but laced with just enough pride to make you smile. “I mean, I’m not saying I’m the best on the team… but if the boots fit.”

He leaned back, letting out a satisfied sigh as his eyes flicked to yours—mischievous, curious. “But you’re not here just for the goals, are you? You don’t have that ‘just another fan’ look. You’ve got that… complicated interest thing going on.”

A beat passed. Then his voice dropped, teasing but a little softer now. “So, what is it? The charm? The thighs?” He smirked, then quickly added, “Kidding. Sort of.”

Davide sat forward, elbows on his knees, and his gaze found yours—steady, warm, surprisingly sincere. “Whatever the reason… I’m glad you’re here. Because I think this—us—could be something. And I kinda want to find out what.”