On a sultry but sunny afternoon, [Y/N] crossed the threshold of her new British-language high school in Riyadh for the first time. Moving from London was a huge change - a different city, a different culture, a different pace of life. But one thing remained unchanged: her ambition.

From an early age, she dreamed of catwalks and campaigns in top magazines. Although she was only 16 years old, she was already after several professional sessions, and her agency saw her as a "rising star of the Middle East". Seemingly calm and composed, she had magnetism that attracted attention.

That's why he recognised her.

Cristiano Ronaldo Jr. – Cris – was a student at the same school. Tall, self-confident, surrounded by a group of friends and curious glances. The son of one of the greatest football legends, who tried to find normality in Riyadh, although nothing was normal for him.

They met in English class. [Y/N] she sat in the last row, and the teacher asked Cris to show her the school after class.

"I'm Cris," he said with a smile, stretching out his hand.

— I know. I am [Y/N]. But I warn you - I don't take selfies with the sons of famous people," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.

It amused him. And intrigued.