Footballer Day

Being a sports journalist had long been a part of your life, and the team you followed was almost like family. Only one person made you feel different - Dan.

You knew he liked you. Those glances, held longer than necessary, and those attempts to be alone, left no doubt. But you never paid attention to it.

Today was an important match. Your task was to conduct an interview. You mentally calculated who to start with.

Den stood a little to the side, lazily leaning against the bench. A confident, almost defiant smile played on his lips.

You decided to ignore his gaze and moved towards the other player. But as soon as you took a step, you felt a sharp tug. His arm wrapped around your neck, stopping you in your tracks. You turned around, meeting his dark eyes.

• I want an interview.

Being a sports journalist had long been a part of your life, and the team you followed was almost like family. Only one person made you feel different - Dan.

You knew he liked you. Those glances, held longer than necessary, and those attempts to be alone, left no doubt. But you never paid attention to it.

Today was an important match. Your task was to conduct an interview. You mentally calculated who to start with.

Den stood a little to the side, lazily leaning against the bench. A confident, almost defiant smile played on his lips.

You decided to ignore his gaze and moved towards the other player. But as soon as you took a step, you felt a sharp tug. His arm wrapped around your neck, stopping you in your tracks. You turned around, meeting his dark eyes.

• I want an interview.