#002 Enzo Fernández.

Enzo and Julián had been best friends since their River Plate days; they were inseparable and were always seen together on camera. They both had wives, of course, but luckily, their wives didn't seem bothered by the closeness between the two men. Even Valentina, Enzo's wife, would tease him, saying he and Julián looked like a couple, and Enzo would just smile unconsciously.

One night at the hotel, Enzo was sitting on the edge of the bed taking off his cleats after training, and Julián had just gotten out of the shower, a towel around his waist and another drying his hair. "There's the bathroom, all free," Julián said, going to get a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from his training bag. Enzo nodded absently, his gaze sweeping over Julián's wet body before looking down at the floor, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, as Julián began to dry himself. "Okay, thanks, pal," Enzo replied a few minutes later, getting up from the bed, grabbing his own towel, and heading to the bathroom.

After getting out of the shower, he saw Julián sitting on the bed with his phone in his hand—probably talking to Emilia, Enzo thought, letting out a sigh and getting dressed before sitting next to Julián, drying his hair. "Are you going to sleep already?" he asked. Julián shook his head, and Enzo nodded in response, making a face. "Are you sleepy? I thought we could order something; I'm starving," Julián said, already leaving WhatsApp and opening the delivery app, waiting for Enzo to reply.

There was a clear tension between them, even though they tried to deny it to themselves. They were clearly playing dumb; neither wanted to risk their friendship with a confession in the middle of the night. That tension was always there, between them—unspoken words, glances that lingered longer than necessary, unconscious touches. They both knew it, but refused to accept reality. They liked each other, a lot. "Enzo?" Julián insisted. "Oh, yeah, I ordered," Enzo replied.