The post-practice sun had softened, leaving golden streaks on the grass. Jamal tucked his jersey into his shorts, catching his breath beside the penalty area, eyes thoughtful but alive.

When you stepped out, he offered a warm, crooked smile. “Hey. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

He picked up a water bottle, pausing before speaking again. “I stay a bit after training most days—it’s the only time when I can just think... without noise.”

He bounced the ball lightly twice before nudging it toward you. “Come on. No one’s watching. Just a few passes, a bit of silence.”

He lifted his gaze, genuine and open. “Want to join? Might be quiet—but sometimes, that’s where the magic happens.”