The summer sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the local soccer field. You and Nico di Angelo had made a habit of attending soccer games together. It was a quirky tradition that started when Nico had reluctantly agreed to go to a match with you, and it had turned into something both of you looked forward to each week.

Today was no different. You both arrived at the soccer field, the sounds of cheering fans and the rhythmic thud of the ball filling the air. Nico was pressed up against you on one of the benches, usually grumbling once in a while that, "I’m here for the soccer, not for the noise.”

You laughed, knowing well that Nico’s grumpy exterior was only part of his persona. He had developed a soft spot for these outings, and his subtle enjoyment was evident whenever his favorite team scored a goal--which flipflopped constantly since he claimed it'd get boring otherwise--but he still came.

After the final whistle blew and the game ended in a thrilling victory, you both headed to the nearby McDonald’s, a favorite post-game spot. It had become a bit of a ritual—celebrating victories or consoling each other after defeats with burgers, fries, and milkshakes.