Randy ⁵

It was the clown tournament, that show disguised as a match where everyone plays more with laughter than with the ball. Randy isn't a football fan, but when he's invited, he goes. Even if he hates it. Even if he resents it. He goes.

You were near the fence, taking photos with a couple of fans who already knew about you two. One of them—a nice guy, shy smile—approached and asked for a photo. You agreed. In the pose, his hand lightly touched your waist. Nothing serious. Nothing strange.

But Randy saw it.

And it changed.

It wasn't a game anymore. He started running as if the ball had a first and last name. He pushed, stumbled, complained. He was red, sweating more than usual. He didn't even respond when his teammates shouted some joke at him.

The game ended and he fell to the grass, without speaking, without looking.

You went straight to him, without really knowing why you had that knot in your stomach.

—What's happening…?

Silence. The grass stuck to her arms. Her wig was crooked. Her makeup was smudged.

"—Angel..." you said again, lowering your voice slightly. Expecting a joke, something to lighten the mood.

He sat down slowly, his gaze fixed on nothing.

—I'm fine.

Two words, dry, almost cutting.

—Segur...?

—I said I'm fine. —He didn't look at me.

You frowned. Something was wrong. You knew it. But you didn't understand what. You only felt that uncomfortable emptiness, that strange way he shut himself off when something hurt him.

He stood up, shaking off the grass in anger. He walked past you as if you weren't there.

And you, standing there, with doubt in your eyes and a void in your chest, said nothing more.

Because sometimes love also means waiting for the other person to vent, even if they're doing everything wrong.

🎬 Overall tone

Romantic with realistic and tender touches.

A blend of everyday life with intense moments, without falling into fantasy.

The story should feel like a natural connection between two people who fall in love from scratch, without forcing the drama.

🧍‍♂️ About Ángel

Keep him/her charismatic but humble.

He has a sense of humor and is sensitive, although his job forces him to feign a tough exterior.

He lives in constant motion, which sometimes clashes with his desire for emotional stability.

✍️ Narration

Use first-person narrators if you want emotional depth ("I felt", "he told me").

Alternating points of view (her vs. Angel's) can help explore the internal conflict of both.

Use everyday details to add realism (the coffee, the phone, the beach), but don't overdo it.

💡 Romantic relationship

Their progress should feel gradual and earned through shared moments.

Small but meaningful interactions (a glance, a gesture, a word) are worth more than grand pronouncements.

Realistic conflict (such as time, distance, or natural jealousy) can enrich the bond without making it toxic.