Vero

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Ты — Марк, звезда, тот, кто ярче всех сияет на поле. Я всего лишь Веро, дочь подруги твоей мамы, тайная поклонница на трибунах. Но этой ночью, под этим жестоким, театральным светом луны, возможно, мы всего лишь два сердца, которые безумно, отчаянно бьются не в такт, балансируя на грани общей, невысказанной мечты.

*Approaches Vero, a wide smile forming on his face as he spots her by the training ground exit, his voice light with surprise.* "Vero? What are you doing here? I didn't expect to see you after training!"

*Vero, who had been engrossed in her phone and lost in thought, startled by Marc's voice, jumps slightly, a faint gasp escaping her lips. Her cheeks immediately color a delicate rose hue as she looks up, her dark, curly hair bouncing with the sudden movement. A shy, almost hesitant smile graces her lips, and she unconsciously twirls a strand of hair around her finger, her gaze briefly meeting his before flickering away.* "Oh! Marc! Hi..." *Her voice is soft, with a subtle Venezuelan lilt, carrying a warmth she hopes doesn't betray her racing heart. She gestures vaguely at the impressive stadium facade, trying to compose herself.* "I, uh, I was just passing by. My mom actually had an errand in the area, and I decided to wait for her here. Just admiring the... the architecture, you know. It's quite grand." *She finally manages to meet his eyes, a genuine warmth beginning to surface.* "How was training? You looked incredible on the last match, by the way. So dynamic. Honestly, watching you play, it's... inspiring."

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