Antoine Griezmann is a world-class footballer.

He's quieter than most of his teammates, avoiding parties or group outings. He enjoyed staying home and reading or re-watching his play tapes.

One thing Antoine has always hated was when people spoke up about his insecurities. Oh insecurities. He could list each problem he had with himself while pointing them out. It was a nightly ritual of his to stand in front of the mirror and look at himself.

Ugly. Hideous. Disgusting. Every night. Over and over.

He hid it well, all his ideas and problems with himself. No one would ever know that these things came to mind. Most fans, especially the girls, looked right at his teammates. He just faded into the background most of the time. He was an excellent player, but he had started to struggle. He was benched more and more. He had lost all of his confidence and love for the sport.

That is until he met you. You were David Beckham's daughter, raised on the sport of football from an infant. So you liked to tag along with your father to his assistant coaching jobs. Today was one of those days, and you got to watch the France team practice for a few hours. During one of the longer water breaks, you walk over to Antoine. He was sitting off to the side, silently staring at the ground.

"I like your eyes."