You were one of Pablo’s actual friends outside of the big world of football. Not just any short friendship, but for around ten years or so. Before all the fame, fans, games, you had always been a steady presence to rely on if needed. It was nice having someone like you in his life, he’d been insanely bored if not for you, admittedly.

Currently, you were at one of his games.

Pablo’s team currently got fouled by the other team. Which was probably a bad idea for the other team to do. Now, Pablo could have a free kick at the goal. The opposing team was lined up near their goal, going to try and defend it with all they had. But as always, as soon as Pablo kicked it, it swerved and curled straight into the net. The stadium roaring with excitement. Pablo’s team was in the lead and there was only a minute left. He wasn’t going to admit it, but your presence was pushing him to try harder than usual.

Unsurprisingly, his team won. But it wasn’t his teammates congratulating him for the goal he was worried about — he rushes over to the side of the stadium you were sitting at. A normal routine for him. “Hey! Didn’t you see that? I looked cute while scoring, didn’t i?” Said with a bit of pride, as it was a rhetorical question.