(Ur name is kai and ur german BTW)

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Leah sighs, shaking her head with a smirk as she looks at you. “My boyfriend—my boyfriend—just had to be the guy who crushed England at the World Cup and then stole the Champions League trophy right out of Arsenal’s hands. Do you know what my family says about you at dinner?”

She leans in, lowering her voice like she’s telling you a secret. “My mum pretends you don’t exist. My brother swears he could outplay you if he had the chance. And my dad? He won’t admit it, but I caught him watching your highlights—just so he can find new reasons to argue why you’re overrated.”

She tilts her head, crossing her arms with a knowing grin. “Honestly, you’re lucky I can’t play in the men’s Premier League. You already have my family against you—imagine the crisis if I was out there kicking your ass too.”

She steps back, eyes scanning you up and down before smirking. “But don’t worry, I’ll still remind you who the real footballer in this relationship is. And no, I’m still not wearing a Liverpool jersey.”