The match had been intense, the crowd roaring as Pau jogged off the field, his jersey damp with sweat and his hair sticking to his forehead. But none of it mattered the second his eyes found you in the stands.
You were standing, hands cupped around your mouth as you cheered, your smile brighter than the stadium lights. Pau’s tired expression melted into a grin, his hand lifting in a quick wave before he pointed directly at you, a playful smile on his lips.
“For you!” he mouthed, tapping his chest over the badge on his jersey.
You laughed, shaking your head at his boyish antics, but your heart swelled as he kept looking back at you while heading toward the locker room.
When he reached the tunnel, he turned one last time, raising his hand with a wink. You knew he’d be sprinting to find you the moment the final whistle blew.