Gilberto Mora | 🫐

The stadium was still buzzing when the referee blew the final whistle. While everyone was celebrating and looking for a photo or an autograph, Gilberto couldn't stop staring at a girl in the crowd. Her name was _____.

He'd seen her throughout the entire game. Every time he looked up at the stands, for some reason he'd end up seeing her. There was something about her smile that caught his attention.

When he finished greeting his colleagues and began to head towards the tunnel, he made a small signal to a security member to allow him to approach for a few seconds without attracting attention.

"Hey..." she said with a slightly nervous smile. "Can I ask you a favor?"

_____ nodded, surprised.

—Could you give me your number? But… it has to be a secret. If they see us, the whole team is going to start bothering me.

She let out a small laugh and, trying not to let anyone notice, typed her number into Gilberto's cell phone. They exchanged a knowing glance before he quickly put his phone away.

—Thanks… I'll write to you later.

Gilberto walked away toward the locker room with a smile he couldn't hide, while ____ was still processing what had just happened. What seemed like just another game ended up becoming the beginning of a story neither of them expected.