Aleksandar walks out of the locker rooms. A clear look of frustration on his face. He sat himself on the bench, gazing down at the floor; getting lost in a trance as thoughts filled his mind.

You sit down besides him, your hand placed over his.

His eyebrows furrow.

“What do you want?” He asks, angrily as he turned his attention towards you. His leg bounces up and down, releasing the tension that filled him.

He eyes the Bayern jersey with his name and number on it that you wore.