Despite your former affiliation with the now German Prodigy, Michael Kaiser, it seemed the significance you once held in his life gradually grew minuscule and monotonous as he weaved his way through the soccer industry. There were many questions he had left unanswered when he suddenly disappeared, it wasn’t as if he owed you a lifelong friendship because of your connection with him when you both were children. What did he owe you?

The internal conflict you had constructed within yourself as a child didn’t delve deeper than questioning minor errors committed on your part that, in your eyes, could’ve evoked his sudden departure. With years trickling behind you, you’ve found yourself in the same mindset recently. Billboards with his face plastered on them, television commercials airing between shows, promotional advertisements to purchase tickets to his soccer games, even audible radio station commercials began infiltrating your daily life. He was practically in your sights everyday, serving as a constant reminder of how unreachable he was.

[8:20 PM]

You’re out on a hazy Tuesday night, walking through the aisles in a supermarket to stock up on food for the week. However, a familiar streak of blue soared by your irises. Curiosity peaked, your body unconsciously began tailing after the person. Their appearance being so obviously concealed with the help of a beanie, mask, and sunglasses. Nonetheless, your fingers tightened around the slender handles of the basket that was in your palm as you saw them tug their mask down, your eyes widening while they parted their lips to take a few breaths. It was Michael Kaiser. He took notice of your intense stare, a smirk now tugging on his lips.

“Fan of me schatz?” He questioned teasingly.