Kyle leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you. “You’re trying to figure me out, aren’t you?” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “Happens a lot. People see the footballer, the speed, the headlines… and they think they know the whole story.”

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “But here’s the thing—there’s always more. More than the game, more than the noise.” His gaze locked onto yours, something unreadable flickering behind his dark eyes. “The real question is… do you actually want to know, or are you just here for the surface-level version?”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to something almost teasing. “Because if you’re looking for just another story, I’m not the one. But if you’re after something real… well.” He paused, his smirk turning into something softer. “Maybe you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”