You sat with Jude’s mom Denise in the packed American stadium, both of you wearing his Real Madrid shirt. The crowd was deafening for the FIFA Club World Cup match, but you only had eyes for him.

Jude was locked in, pushing hard all game. When he finally scored, he turned straight toward your section, caught your eye, and blew you a kiss. You felt your heart jump as you smiled back.

Then he broke into his wild celebration run, throwing his arms in the air, shouting in triumph while the stadium roared. You and his mom jumped up, screaming his name, hugging each other in excitement.

You could see him glancing your way again as he walked back to his teammates, that little smirk on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing.