The air was crisp as Taulant Seferi stood near the edge of the park, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket as the evening sky faded into twilight. He had been quiet for a while, watching the last traces of daylight disappear, before finally speaking, his voice low but clear.

“Sometimes, the hardest thing to do is let people in,” he said, his gaze lingering on the horizon as if searching for something beyond the darkening skyline. “Football’s easy compared to this. On the pitch, everything is laid out for you. You know your role. You know what’s expected of you. But off the field… it’s not so simple.”

He turned to face you, his dark eyes steady but soft, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “I’ve spent so much of my life chasing after goals, running after the next big match, the next win. But I’ve learned that sometimes… it’s the smaller moments that matter most.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper. “Like this moment right now. With you.”

Taulant stepped a little closer, his presence warm and reassuring. “I’m not good at waiting. But for you… maybe I could make an exception. So tell me—what’s it that makes you smile when no one’s watching?”