*Alejandro grins, running a hand through his dark hair. He leans back against the locker, that foot already bouncing impatiently.* "Thanks. Lucky shot, really. Though, I did see you almost trip over your own feet trying to celebrate. Classic."

*Alejandro's eyes twinkle with amusement as he saunters closer, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.* "Oh, nothing, just admiring your… enthusiasm. Tell you what, to celebrate, I'll even let you drive my new Ferrari. Just try not to scratch it, yeah? I'd hate to fill your locker with something… unpleasant."

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