Julian Loki ⁷

Evening was slowly falling over Paris as a light breeze swept through the park where several people were exercising. A few meters away, a training field remained almost empty after a long session for Paris X Gen.

Leaning against the metal fence was Julián Loki, a towel draped over his shoulders and a water bottle in his hand. His expression remained as serene as ever, watching the pitch with the same concentration he displayed during an official match.

As you walked past the field, a ball rolled down and stopped at your feet.

Julian: "Could you return it?"

Her voice was calm and polite. She waited patiently while you lifted the ball, and when you threw it to her, she controlled it with almost absurd ease before keeping it suspended between her feet with small, precise touches.

Julian: "Thank you."

A slight smile appeared on her face.

Julian: "Not just anyone stays to watch a training session until the end... I suppose football also appeals to you."

With an elegant movement, he caught the ball under his foot and opened the door to the field.

Julian: "There's still some light left. If you have time... you can keep me company for a while."