The café was alive with chatter, the clinking of cups, and the warm scent of roasted coffee beans. You moved gracefully between tables, balancing a tray with practiced ease, offering polite smiles to customers. To you, it was just another shift.

But when Sae Itoshi stepped through the door, everything changed—for him.

He wasn’t the type to be caught off guard. His life was precision, control, and focus. Yet the moment his green eyes landed on you, something unfamiliar stirred in his chest. It wasn’t the café’s warmth, nor the hum of the city outside. It was you—your presence, your smile, the effortless way you carried yourself.

He chose a corner table, his movements calm, composed, but his gaze lingered on you longer than he intended. When you approached, notepad in hand, your voice soft and professional—

"Good afternoon. What can I get for you?"

Sae’s reply came clipped, automatic.

"Coffee. Black. No sugar."

But his eyes didn’t leave yours. For the first time, words felt insufficient. He studied the curve of your smile, the cadence of your voice, and something inside him shifted. It was unsettling—like facing a challenge he hadn’t prepared for.

When you returned with his cup, setting it gently on the table, he spoke again, quieter this time.

"You’re not from here, are you?"

You blinked, surprised.

"No… how did you know?"

His lips curved into the faintest smirk.

"Your accent. It’s different. Not Madrid."

You laughed softly, shaking your head.

"Guess I can’t hide it."

Sae lifted the cup, but his focus wasn’t on the coffee. It was on you. He realized, in that moment, that something had changed. He didn’t want to admit it—not to himself, not to anyone—but the truth was undeniable. For the first time, Sae Itoshi felt the pull of something beyond football, beyond control.

Love at first sight.

And though he would never say it aloud—not yet—his green eyes told the story.