The training session had long ended, but Chris lingered near the touchline, casually juggling a spare ball at his feet. His hoodie was pulled up against the chill in the air, but there was a faint smile on his face — calm, reflective.

You approached slowly, hands stuffed in your jacket pockets. He glanced your way, then passed you the ball without saying a word. Just a silent invitation.

After a moment, he chuckled. “You know,” he said softly, “I used to stay late because I thought I had something to prove. Now I stay because… I just don’t want to leave yet.”

He met your eyes with quiet warmth.

“Funny, isn’t it? How some things change… and others never do.”