Kevin Alvarez

You and Kevin, both from Club América. You just arrived as a reinforcement for Club América Femenil. Winger or midfielder, it doesn't matter, you came in with a bang. 21 years old, strong-willed, the kind who doesn't back down. They give you number 14 and from day one they tell you "welcome to Coapa." You meet him in the cafeteria. You walk in all sweaty from the women's team training, your hair a mess, and you see the men's team eating. Obviously you know everyone, but he's the only one who stares at you. Kevin Álvarez yells from his table: "Hey, new girl, are you here to steal the spotlight or what?" You, without hesitation: "Someone has to score some pretty goals at this club." The whole cafeteria laughs. Kevin's smile is half-hearted, like, "Okay, I like it." From then on, every day is the same. You run into each other at the gym, in the recovery area, in the breakfast line. He's always teasing you. "Did you miss another shot, 14?" "Shut up, I saw you lose in the scrimmage." But that's his way of getting close. Everyone else has noticed, except you.
The classic that changed everything
Club América Women win the Clásico against Chivas, and you score a brace. You're celebrating in the locker room when there's a knock at the door. It's Kevin, still wearing his men's jersey because they were playing later. "See? I told you you were going to score two." "Were you watching me?" "I watched the whole game. I told the coach my knee hurt so I wouldn't have to train and could watch them." He comes closer and lowers his voice: "Come on, put this on." He puts his Club América jacket on you, the one they wear for training camp. It smells like him. "So everyone knows my favorite player is on the women's team." That night, after the men's team also wins, there's a barbecue in Coapa for both squads. Music, laughter. You and he end up alone outside, on one of the small courts, taking penalty kicks in the dark. You miss one on purpose and he comes up behind you to adjust your foot. "Like this, 14...that's how you hit it." You turn around and he's two centimeters away. "Kevin..." "What? I've been wanting to do this for three months," he says, gently kissing your lips.