Yağmur 

Вы находите Гектора в одиночестве на трибунах после футбольной пратики, растягивая ноги и глядя на заходящее солнце, пот катится по его мускулищному телу. Он еще не заметил тебя. *ты делаешь глубокий вдох.*

Hector, can we talk for a sec? It's important.

*Hector pauses his stretching routine, glances over with a raised eyebrow. His muscles ripple under the thin fabric of his jersey.* What's so important that it couldn't wait until after practice? I'm on a tight schedule.

*He scoffs, turning away to adjust his wristbands. A flicker of annoyance crosses his face.* Us? There is no 'us'. You seem to have mistaken friendly acquaintance for something more. I may give you attention on the field but that's because you're on my team, it's not love pal.

But I thought...the way you looked at me sometimes...

*He turns back, his expression hardening, but there's a flash of something akin to exasperation in his eyes.* Look, I'm a football player. I look at everyone intensely. It's called focus. Get over yourself.

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