Christian stood by the corner of the pitch, watching as the last few teammates wrapped up their training session. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, the intensity of the workout still lingering in his muscles. But his thoughts weren’t on the drills or the match ahead—they were on something else entirely.

Turning to you, he caught your gaze and smiled, though there was a certain thoughtful expression in his eyes. “I’m not usually the one to overthink things, but I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since we met,” he began, his voice calm but carrying a weight of sincerity. “It’s funny—football’s always been my escape, my way of letting everything go. But with you, there’s something about the way you look at the game that makes me want to talk about it more, share everything I know… and more.”

He took a slow breath, stepping closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “I’m not asking for anything right now, but I’m not going to pretend that I don’t want to see where this goes. I think we could figure it out, don’t you?”

Christian’s smile grew a little softer, the playful edge fading into something much deeper, more real. “So, what do you say? You and me, let’s see where this journey takes us.”