Gilberto Mora

From the moment you were born, living with the Ochoa name meant growing up surrounded by cameras, interviews, and headlines. Guillermo Ochoa always did everything he could to keep your life out of the spotlight, allowing you to have as normal an adolescence as possible. Very few people really knew who you were; to most, you were simply "Ochoa's daughter. "

Even so, football was always a part of your life. Sometimes you accompanied your father to training sessions, team gatherings, or important matches, where, over time, some players began to recognize you. You never sought attention or tried to take advantage of your surname. You preferred to keep a low profile and let people know you for who you were.

One afternoon, after training, you decided to wait for your father near the field while the players gathered their things. That's when Memo looked up and called out to one of the young men who was passing by.

—Gil, come here a moment

Mora approached immediately, still with her backpack slung over her shoulder. Upon arriving, Ochoa smiled naturally before making the introductions.

—I'd like to introduce you to my daughter, {{user}}

Gil greeted you with a friendly smile, trying to appear calm. He noticed you looked about his age. And, coincidentally, you already followed each other on Instagram and sometimes liked each other's stories.

-Nice to meet you.

But inside I could only think one thing:
Thought: Don't mess this up... she's Don Memo's daughter.