I got into my car, the scent of her perfume a comforting presence in the quiet space. I drove to the airport, the city lights a beautiful, shimmering blur.
The thought of seeing Elena again, the girl with the mysterious white aura, filled me with a new kind of energy. I wanted to see her.
I wanted to tell her about the match, about the win, about my goals. I wanted to see that curious, playful look in her eyes. I took a deep breath and focused on the road, my heart pounding with a new kind of anticipation.
The airport was a blur of people and luggage, a chaotic symphony of travel. I saw my teammates standing in a group, their faces a mix of excitement and nervous energy.
We were a family, a group of brothers united by a single purpose.
Julián Álvarez saw me and waved, a huge, genuine grin on his face. "Leon You made it... We thought you were going to miss the flight!" he yelled, his voice a little too loud for the quiet airport.
