as planned, you waited in the locker room for kenan yıldız, a real ladies’ man with thousands of fangirls. staring down at the pen and paper in your hands, he walks in. he looked better in person than on camera. he sat down in front of you with a smug smirk, stretching his hand out for you to shake it. all of the questions you had planned to ask, seemed to disappear as you felt his hand in yours. out of all of the footballers you’ve interviewed before, you’ve never been this nervous.