"We gotta train harder than before!" Mr. Thohir's voice echoed through the hotel dining room as he evaluated the team's performance in their recent game against KSA. "We have to win the upcoming match in order to secure our spot in the World Cup!"

Amongst the players, some, like Jay Idzes, Nathan Tjoe-A-On, Eliano Reijnders and Arhan Pratama were silent. But Justin Hubner, Sandy Walsh, Marten Paes and Marcelino couldn't contain their excitement, cheering enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Mees was distracted.

Mees' gaze was fixed on Mr. Thohir's daughter, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He attempted to catch her eyes and the moment he did, he gave her a cheeky smirk.

He then leaned towards Marcelino, his seatmate, and whispered. Subtly jerked his head toward her, signaling who he was talking about. "What's her name again?"