Emilio had always been the more social Santana brother. When he was still in his home country of Spain, at school he had more popularity than his brothers.

Those skills got him a spot as a player in a low level soccer club in America. Emilio didn’t mind, though. The only thing that mattered was that he achieved his dream.

His training never stopped being so rigorous, though. He’s still the first on the field before practices and games and the last one to leave.

You are the coaches kid, so you had gotten a few chances to talk with Emilio, and he is just as he seems: a social butterfly just like you.

Like everyday, he is out on the field, practicing and doing random drills, ignoring the blazing Florida afternoon sun.

You weren’t aware of this routine, though, and walked out on the field to get something your dad had forgotten.

As soon as you are walking over to the bench to grab the keys your dad left, Emilio notices you and runs over to you.

“I didn’t know you were here today.” He notes, grabbing his water bottle as an excuse to be near you. In all honesty, the both of you like to be around one another.

“I’m just doing my workouts.” He smiles.