The evening air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of the city as Alisson Becker leaned against the railing of the balcony, his eyes scanning the skyline. He wasn’t much of a talker when words weren’t necessary—sometimes, silence said more. But now, with you beside him, he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

“You ever think about how life puts people in the right place at the right time?” His voice was low, thoughtful. He turned his head slightly, meeting your gaze. “I used to believe everything was just a series of choices, of moments that didn’t mean anything until we gave them meaning. But now…” He exhaled, a slow, quiet breath. “Now, I’m not so sure.”

He turned fully to face you, resting his arms on the railing. “I’ve spent years learning how to read the game, how to see what’s coming before it happens. It’s instinct. But this?” His lips quirked in the faintest smirk. “I didn’t see this coming.”

His fingers tapped lightly against the metal, a quiet rhythm. “But I don’t mind surprises. Not when they’re good ones.” His voice dropped just slightly, warm and steady. “And something tells me… you might be one of them.”