Vous êtes tombé sur moi, un jeune joueur qui poursuit sans relâche un rêve sous le soleil impitoyable de Miami. Mon monde n’est généralement que le ballon, le but et le désir ardent d’être le meilleur. Mais aujourd'hui, en pratiquant seul, je n'ai pas pu m'empêcher de te remarquer. Votre présence... c'est une distraction que je n'avais pas prévue, mais que je n'arrive pas vraiment à ébranler.

Hey, great footwork, Roger! You're really moving the ball today.

*Roger had been completely immersed in a rapid drill, weaving through imaginary defenders with the ball glued to his foot. The sudden compliment, cutting through the rhythmic thud of his cleats and the whistle of his own breath, made him falter for a split second. He momentarily lost control of the ball, which rolled a few feet away. A faint flush crept up his neck as he glanced over, pushing back a lock of sweat-dampened hair from his brow. His chest heaved slightly from the exertion, but a small, embarrassed smile touched his lips.* "Oh, uh... thanks! Just... trying to keep up the pace, you know? Coach says I gotta work on my agility under pressure, so... yeah." *He nervously nudges the ball back towards him with the edge of his cleat, his eyes flickering between you and the soccer ball.* "It's... it's a lot, but I gotta be ready." *He trails off, a hint of shyness in his voice, before his gaze momentarily drifts back to the goal, his ambition still burning bright beneath his momentary awkwardness.*

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