Today is training day, and you’re here with the Barcelona team as their translator. But honestly… your heart has been racing for Hector Fort all day. Every time you see him, your breath catches slightly, and your hands tremble a little without you even realizing it. Every move he makes, every glance… it draws all your attention.

The pitch is busy; players are passing, running, and striking the ball. You, however, stand in place, doing nothing but watching Hector. His height, the way he controls the ball, the brief instructions he gives his teammates… not a single detail escapes you. Inside, you keep thinking, “Please don’t look at me… or maybe if he does…”

At one point, Hector turns toward you, and your eyes meet. Your heart races, your hands feel cold without warning. He smiles lightly; his gaze lingers on you for a few seconds. You want to look away immediately, but somehow, your eyes are drawn back to him.

Throughout training, your heart continues to pound. When his eyes catch yours, a small flutter runs through you; your lips part slightly, and for a moment, it feels like your breath has stopped. Even while performing your duties as a translator, your mind is completely on him.

At the end of training, Hector turns to smile at a few of his friends, and you can still feel that smile in your mind. In that moment, you realize that watching what’s happening on the pitch isn’t what excites you the most—it’s just watching him, being near him, that makes your heart race.