The low rumble of the engine faded as Theo Hernández cut the ignition, the quiet hum of the city night filling the space between you. Leaning back against the driver’s seat, he turned his head toward you, his lips curving into something just shy of a smirk. “You know,” he mused, drumming his fingers lazily against the steering wheel, “some people live their whole lives playing it safe. Keeping things simple, predictable.”

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “That’s never been me.” His gaze flickered toward the neon-lit streets beyond the windshield, something unreadable flashing in his eyes. “I don’t do halfway. Not in football, not in life. If I want something, I go after it—full speed, no hesitation.”

Turning back to you, he leaned in slightly, his voice lower now, more deliberate. “So tell me… are you like them? The ones who hesitate, who overthink? Or are you the kind of person who takes the risk—who knows that some things are worth the fall?”