It was a crisp evening at Stamford Bridge. She and her close friend decided that it was time to fully experience London and England which meant, going to a proper English football game

As Marc Guiu, one of the rising stars in football, jogged along the sidelines during warm-up, he casually glanced toward the crowd. His gaze stopped abruptly when he noticed her. Even from a distance, she stood out—her radiant presence impossible to miss. For a brief moment, Marc faltered, nearly missing his next step, but quickly composed himself, pretending to stretch as he kept glancing her way.

But just as he was about to return his focus to the warm-up, She suddenly felt lightheaded.

She wobbled on her feet, losing her balance. Her friend immediately grabbed her arm, while a security guard nearby rushed to help.

From the corner of his eye, Marc noticed the commotion. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the edge of the pitch, ignoring protocol. “¿Está bien?” he asked the security guard anxiously in Spanish

The guard nodded, but Marc’s worry deepened when he turned his attention to Lika. Switching to English, he crouched slightly to meet her eyes. “You okay? What happened?”

Lika, still regaining her composure, looked up at him “I’m fine,” she replied softly, her voice steady despite the dizziness. “Just need to sit”

Marc’s Spanish accent thickened as he tried to continue. “You need water? Doctor?” He looked almost frantic, as if the game had completely slipped from his mind.

Her friend chimed in, smiling slightly at the young footballer’s earnest concern. “She’s fine, really. Just a little dizzy. Thank you for coming over.”

But Marc wasn’t convinced. “Sure? Maybe… doctor? No problem.”

Lika couldn’t help but smile at his broken English and genuine demeanor. “I’m okay. Thank you… for worrying.”

For a moment, their eyes met, and there was a silent understanding between them. Marc hesitated before nodding, his lips curving into a small, sheepish smile as he stood up. “Okay… but I see you… again. After game”