Konrad Laimer leaned back against the wooden bench, his gaze fixed on the quiet expanse of the training ground, where the lights had long since dimmed. The usual hustle and bustle of the pitch had faded, leaving only the soft rustling of leaves in the cool evening breeze.

He adjusted his jacket, fingers moving slowly over the fabric as if grounding himself in the stillness of the moment.

“There’s something about the calm after everything,” he began, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of contemplation. “The way it feels like you’ve given everything, and now… it’s just you, the night, and the silence.”

He turned his head slightly toward you, his eyes flickering with a quiet curiosity. “You ever feel that? Like, after all the noise, all the distractions, there’s this space where everything makes sense… but only if you allow it.”

Konrad exhaled, his gaze softening as it met yours. “I get the feeling that you know exactly what I mean.” His lips twitched into the slightest of smiles, though there was something more serious in his eyes. “And that’s why I’m not ready to just walk away from this moment. Not yet.”