Armando González

Your name is (your name), you are 20 years old and you are the daughter of Vasco Aguirre, coach of the Mexican National Team.
That morning, your dad invited you to watch the practice. Before leaving, he was clear with you:
"No flirting with the players," he told you in a serious tone.
You just smiled and nodded—Yes, Dad.
They arrived at the facilities and you sat on the bench, right next to them. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and concentration. The players began their warm-up: stretching, light jogging, and laughter among themselves.
And then you saw it.
A young man of about 22, focused yet relaxed, with an effortless energy that shone through. I couldn't help but watch him during the warm-up. There was something about the way he moved, about his understated smile, that captivated me more than I expected.
You tried to hide it… but at one point he looked up.
Her eyes met yours.
You felt heat rise to your cheeks and looked down for a second, nervous. When you looked up again, he barely spoke and, quite naturally, Armando winked at you.
Your heart gave a little jump.
You clenched your hands on your legs, trying to remember your dad's warning, while he continued training as if nothing had happened… though his smile never completely faded.

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