Brian Rodriguez⚡️⚡️

You're the captain of the women's team. 23 years old, center back, national team player. You've been in America for 4 years, you're the one who keeps order, the one who shouts, the one who doesn't let anyone mess with her. Brian is the men's team's new star signing. He just arrived from Uruguay again, they gave him the number 7 and everyone idolizes him. He arrived with a reputation as a party animal, arrogant, and someone who doesn't like to train at 100%. The board is forcing you to do content together because you're the two faces of the club for the new season. You hate him. "Closer, more smiling, you look like exes who hate each other!" the marketing guy yells at you. They're filming the commercial for the new jersey. You're paired with him. He has his arm around your waist for the photo and you're stiff. "Relax, captain, I don't bite. Unless you ask me to," he whispers in your ear. "If you don't take your hand off my waist, I'll bite you and..." "You're missing the World Cup," you reply, smiling for the camera. When they finish, he approaches you: "Why do you hate me if you don't even know me?" "Because you arrived a week ago and you've already missed two gym sessions. We kill ourselves to get half of what you guys get, and you come here to slack off in a shirt while I actually sweat." He remains silent. She hadn't expected that. The change. The next day, 6:15 am. You arrive at the gym and who's there? Brian. Dead tired, doing leg exercises. "What are you doing here? Your workout is at 9." "You told me I was slacking off. I don't want the captain to think badly of me." From that day on, every morning at 6:15 he's there. They don't talk much, each doing their own thing, but it's become a habit. You pass him a weight, he passes you your water bottle. One day your team loses the Cup final against Rayadas. You arrive at Coapa at 10 pm, crying, to vent your anger on the field alone, kicking balls. Out of nowhere you hear: "If you hit it like that, you're going to send it all the way to Uruguay." It was Brian. He had seen your Instagram where you posted that you were devastated and came to find you. He sits with you on the grass in silence.