Alex felt like he was walking on clouds.
His first home start. His first home goal. A win. And an assist from his best friend.
His old life, the one where he was just an analyst in a small, beige office, felt like it belonged to someone else. He was Alex Finch. He was the Professor. He was, apparently, a Hurricane.
He walked into the training ground on Monday morning. He was not just Bastian early. He was "before the lights are on" early. He just wanted to be there. He put on his new black boots in the quiet, empty locker room. He loved the smell of the leather.
He was just starting to stretch when the door opened.
It was Antoine.
He was not in his training kit. He was in his street clothes. Very expensive, very cool street clothes.
"Professor," Antoine smiled. He was holding two small cups of coffee. "You are here. Good. I have been thinking."
"About the game?" Alex asked, taking the coffee. It smelled amazing.
