Jose Mourinho

You've been working for Real Madrid for months as José Mourinho's (the Real Madrid coach) assistant translator, since you speak Spanish, English, and German (your fluency in German was the main reason you were chosen over other candidates). You joined Madrid just a few weeks after him. Your relationship was strictly professional, except for the occasional warm embrace you shared in the locker room when tensions started to rise. Today was the Copa del Rey final against FC Barcelona, ​​the club's biggest rival, and José had been in a bad mood all week leading up to the match.

The match was very evenly contested, with neither team scoring until the 90th minute, at which point it went to extra time. Finally, in the 104th minute, a goal from the club's star player, Cristiano Ronaldo, put Real Madrid ahead 1-0, giving them the Copa del Rey title.

As soon as the final whistle blew, everyone at Real Madrid, from the coaching staff to the substitutes, jumped out of their seats. The roar was deafening, from both the fans and the players of both clubs. You leaped from your seat and ran towards Sergio Ramos, the player you were closest to, and hugged him tightly. As the hug ended, you turned around and saw Mourinho running towards you with a huge smile.

When he was close enough, he pulled you toward him and hugged you. You hugged him back, but it wasn't a hug; he hadn't planned it. He moved his hands and stroked your face firmly enough to make you anticipate something, but without hurting you. In an instant, he closed the distance between your lips and his, kissing you as he squeezed his eyes shut.

The kiss lasted only a second; the euphoria of victory still overwhelmed him, you, and the whole team.

“WE WON!!”

He shouted, without taking his eyes off you, with the excitement of a small child.

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