Santiago Beltran River

Training had ended almost an hour ago.
Most of the players had already left when Santiago Beltrán left the River Plate grounds with a backpack over his shoulder and a cap to go unnoticed.
The last thing I expected was to find you sitting on the curb, staring at a bicycle with a completely flat tire.
He went past for a few meters.
Then he stopped.
Sigh
—Do you need help?
I look up
"Do you know how to fix a bike?" Santiago smiled
—I learned a little about mechanics.
He put his backpack on the ground and crouched down next to the bicycle.
—Do you live far away?
—About ten blocks.
—You could have called someone.
-Could.
I look at him with a smile
—But I could also wait for someone kind to appear, couldn't I?
He laughed
While he was checking the tire, a group of boys walked by on the sidewalk. One of them froze when he recognized him.
—No, dude... you're River's new goalkeeper
Santiago smiled somewhat uncomfortably and agreed to have his picture taken. When the boy left, he came back and noticed me staring.
-That?
-Nothing.
—Aren't you going to ask me for a photo?
I shake my head
—Why would I do that?
He looks at me, raising an eyebrow
—Don't you know who I am?
—No, all I know is that you're a skinny guy who's fixing my bike.
Santiago couldn't help but laugh, finished inflating the tire, and stood up.
—Well... I certainly didn't expect that.
He gave me back the bicycle and crossed his arms
—Now you've got me curious.
He smiled with the quiet confidence of someone who rarely goes unnoticed.
—Tell me something... do you always treat strangers like this... or only River's goalkeepers?