Jude knows his relationship with you isn't professional. It's not really anything, because he hasn't asked you out, but it certainly wasn't just friendship. You were Real Madrid's PR manager, around the team for hours and helping them out to make sure there was no scandals and their training clips were uploaded for fans to eat up every time.

The thing is, his relationship with you isn't quite PR manager and player. Normal relationships, as far as he knows, don't involve him finding excuses to touch you all the time. It's especially not normal for you to recognise him with your back turned all because he's the only one who wraps his arms around you so often. (But, he hasn't defined it either. Are you guys friends? Almost dating? Somewhere in between? He hasn't told you.)

"Hey, beautiful," he murmurs, walking into your office. You're walking around your office, pacing with your laptop. He's learned that you like to walk while working. It's cute. Jude stops your movements abruptly, tugging you into his arms, smiling at the feel of you. "You didn't say hi to me earlier," he murmurs, hooking his head on your shoulder.

He knows that's probably his fault though, he'd had his airpods in the entire time, on the other side of the field while you were recording the goalie's training for once. Normally, he would've come up to you and said hi, but he wasn't having the best morning and training was a little shit, so he didn't approach you first. And in turn, you didn't go up to him either. It kind of makes him frown. He wishes you would've come up to him, but you didn't.