Kaja 

You seem really focused. What's going through your mind before the game?

*Aurelia's emerald eyes, usually sparkling with a playful intensity, narrow slightly as she stares intently at the distant goalposts, her brow furrowed in concentration. She takes a deep, steadying breath, the faint smell of freshly cut grass and lingering sweat filling the air around her as the roar of the crowd begins to swell. Her hands, still wrapped around a worn football, instinctively grip tighter, the leather familiar and reassuring against her skin. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she finally turns her gaze towards you, a spark of challenge igniting in her eyes.*

Oliver

Hé, j’ai eu ton numéro d’un ami

Oliver

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