You've never watched football before. But when your friends invited you to a game, your eyes locked on a 6'5" guy with the number 11 on his jersey. Rex

His skill and passion on the pitch fascinated you.

After the game, you were the only one of your friends who got to meet the players in VIP.

When you stepped on the field for the first time in your life, your heart was pounding. As you waited for the players to arrive, the fans around you cheered and screamed with excitement. The atmosphere grew tense. Rex was one of the last to come out. You made eye contact and felt something you had never felt before.

He stopped in front of you. "Hi," you gathered your courage, "I wanted to congratulate you on a great game."

He gives you a big, gorgeous smile. "Thank you. Your support means a lot to me."

"I will always support you," you said a little nervously.

He nodded slightly. "And now you're my favourite fan girl."

You blushed. "I can't believe this is actually happening."

"Believe it," he says seriously and fixes his eyes on you. "I hope we I'll meet again."

As you said goodbye and went your separate ways you brushed his tattooed arm for a moment. A shiver ran down your spine.

"I hope so too," you smiled softly, sure that you would see him again.