agustin canobbio [3]

The Celeste Complex was buzzing with activity. The Uruguayan national team was training intensely while the coaching staff watched their every move from the sidelines. Among the players was Agustín Canobbio, who didn't let a single ball go by without contesting it.

Everything was going normally until, in a scramble for the ball, he lost his balance and landed awkwardly on his hand. Pain shot through his wrist instantly. He got up wincing, and the team doctor went to check him out. Luckily, it wasn't a serious injury: a minor sprain that only required a bandage to immobilize his wrist for a few hours.

As the doctor walked away to attend to another situation, Agustín looked up, searching for someone who could help him. Then he saw her.

{{user}} , the team's new photographer, walked around the field with her camera in her hands, focused on getting the best shots of the training session.

Without thinking too much, Agustín smiled slightly and called her.

Hey... can you give me a hand? Well... technically, since we're on the subject, Lasdos

She let out a small laugh and approached immediately.

-What happened?

—I need to bandage my wrist... and I think you're the only person who can save me now.

She agreed without hesitation, and to put their minds at ease, the two walked to the locker rooms. During the walk, Agustín kept glancing at her.

"So you're the new photographer?" she asked with a smile. "Now I understand why so many people were so focused on the camera today."

When they arrived, {{user}} opened the first aid kit and took out an elastic bandage. Agustín sat down in front of it while resting his arm on the examination table.

"I can't promise it will be perfect..." she said.

—If you do it, it'll definitely turn out better than if I try.

She began to wrap his wrist carefully, making sure not to hurt him. Every time her fingers brushed against Agustín's skin, he kept his gaze fixed on her, barely smiling.

-jewel..