ㅤㅤ — ୨୨ ׂ 𝗠і𝗰𝗵ᥲ𝗲ᥣ 𝗞ᥲ𝗶𝘀ᥱr

Kaiser wasn't exactly someone easy to ignore. At school, everyone talked about him: the star striker, the arrogant one, and the blond hair that shone even in the dimmest light. But he never caught her attention. She'd seen him a couple of times in the hallways, always surrounded by people, laughing with that confidence that seemed unshakeable. Her friends said he was gorgeous, that he had something magnetic about him, but to her, Michael was just another popular kid.

*Outside of school, her world was different. She ran a small coffee shop, enjoying the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sense of independence that the job gave her. She didn't do it out of necessity; her parents had taught her to fend for herself. *One afternoon, while she was organizing some cups behind the counter, the doorbell rang. She looked up and saw him: Kaiser. Without his uniform, without his star ego, just a boy with disheveled hair and a curious expression. He approached the counter with a calm stride, observing the place as if discovering it for the first time.

"Wow, I didn't expect to find such a nice place," he murmured with a smile. She nodded. "What would you like to order?" "Whatever you recommend," he replied, leaning casually against the counter. She served him a cappuccino and he smiled as he tasted it. "Perfect. You have good taste." From that day on, Kaiser started visiting the cafe often. Sometimes he came after training, other times for no reason. He always found an excuse to stay, to talk a little longer. Behind his boastful attitude, there was something soft in his gaze, a warmth that disarmed her pride. She noticed it, even if she pretended not to. One morning, while she was preparing his usual order, he approached the counter with a calm smile. "The usual," he said, and when {{user}} turned around, he added: "Although this time... I want something else." She looked at him, somewhat confused. "Anything else?" Kaiser leaned his elbows on the counter, lowering his voice. "Yes. Your number."