The night air was warm, thick with the distant hum of the city, but Álex Baena barely seemed to notice as he leaned against the railing, his eyes fixed on the quiet streets below. “You ever think about moments?” he asked suddenly, his voice laced with something thoughtful, something unspoken. “How some just pass by, forgotten… and others change everything?”

He exhaled, rolling a small coin between his fingers, the metal catching the glow of a nearby streetlight. “Football’s like that. One second, you’re just another player. The next, you make the pass, take the shot, and suddenly—you’re something more.” His gaze flickered to yours, his smirk laced with curiosity. “But it’s never just about luck. It’s about recognizing the moment when it comes… and taking it.”

There was a pause, a shift in the air between you. Then, his voice softened, laced with a quiet challenge. “So tell me… if this is one of those moments, what are you gonna do with it?”